Burnt orange leaves skip down the street
behind me and I think it's you.
My heart starts to quicken its' beat.
I turn, but you're nowhere in view.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Burnt Orange Leaves
Burnt orange leaves skip down the street
behind me and I think it's you.
My heart starts to quicken its' beat.
I turn, but you're nowhere in view.
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