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(ahhhh) Leaves are turning
in the quiet light
Golden hours
fading into night
We watch the smoke
rise in the cold
A story that
has all been told
Oh, let the
woodwinds play
To blow
the lingering
shadows all away (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Walking down
the old familiar street
Frost is forming
underneath our feet
But there is music
in the air
A quiet promise
waiting there (la-la-la-la-la)