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With the Coming of Autumn.
Your hand slipped into my pockets
and as you smiled:
something somewhere in the universe
began to move, it was almost as if
the whole thing was rotatating around the world
and for that moment, the world stop rotating.
Smiling back at you, it was quite alright,
but I knew autumn was coming
and with the death of the plants,
came the death of "us" as an entity.
"Is summer really over?"
you asked me with a tear in your eye.
"Yeah, how long have we got?"
I said with a nostalgic tear in mine,
"that long",
and you snapped your fingers.
...and it was over.
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Make me a mixtape that makes me yours;
don't leave out Husker Du,
put something on that The Cars did in 1982.
It makes me yours.
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