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Think maybe I was meant to be your September. The colder it gets, The colder I will too. Football games and Ferris Wheel lights can be memories of last week. “You will find the one some day,” I say, So you tell me you wish it was me. “I know.” But Let’s just call this September.
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
September
Think maybe I was meant to be your September. The colder it gets, The colder I will too. Football games and Ferris Wheel lights can be memories of last week. “You will find the one some day,” I say, So you tell me you wish it was me. “I know.” But Let’s just call this September.
9/29/17 ~ Seasons change and another month falls off the calendar
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
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