England in October Leaves red as scarlet, Crimson blushing faces Sunset exquisite, lifting...
At sundown I cried for a savior, At 9 o'clock I wept But nobody noticed the battle On the outside, my face kept...
If I cannot write for the Lord, My gift is a pretty disguise, Signed and sealed by Myself, Every word a fantasy for men....
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