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Things that could've been in September

I've been told to count my blessings as they come Dirty dishes in the sink and a wish for a home A permanent frown that says why bother Never paint stars in the eyes of another Ask the autumn winds about forever The rustle in the trees reply whatever And the way you reach for your jacket whispers never
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