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And I see a cetain smile that only comes in November. she says she loves the way the leaves play with the wind. The colors blowing through my head and back again, and the breeze blows through her hair, the misty smell dizzies me with the love just for her.
I wish things could always stay the way they were.

Where have you gone alone or are you just to stoned to remember. November smile.
Wheep the life of her winter daisy as its seed is cast to the november ground. Its destruction is prevalent to marriage. Bleeding from the broken seed is the life. The point of beginning the we must reckon at this point in our tired dreary lives, size up your action.
Advise this distraction of love.