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the leaves are falling

they fall faster than before

the wind carrys them for miles on end

imagine not knowing whats

around the bend

how to live your life

with out that voice inside

telling you too hide

what you really are

  

i was thinking bout this

last november

the sky was turning grey

last novemb_er

the time is passing by

cuz now its gone

  

minds race off into webs of cotton slevees

your voice travels in thro the leaves

settling in the soft grass

it was the nite before last

they said we were home

yet we didnt know

home has disapeared

  

sense last november

things have changed

i was better off

last november

the way the trees waved