Only I know the memories
That falling yellow leaves evoke
And the magical properties
Of hickory wood smoke.
Behind these eyes
Inside this head
A million visions lie
A trillion words unsaid.
When one day it's over
And my cells with the stars have clove,
Will you sit and wonder
What stories I might have wove?
That falling yellow leaves evoke
And the magical properties
Of hickory wood smoke.
Behind these eyes
Inside this head
A million visions lie
A trillion words unsaid.
When one day it's over
And my cells with the stars have clove,
Will you sit and wonder
What stories I might have wove?
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