Fall cause the leaves are falling
Turn cause the leaves are turning
Be gentle like the wind that's blowing
Be quiet like nature's snoring
Throwing acorns may be boring
But the squirrels are the ones really scoring
Baby chipmunks too
Cryless skies of baby blue
Oh, I just urn to see you
This season makes me sink in memories
Hell, it takes me deep into my feelings
But sweater weather is fun
It's cold while you have warm sweaters on
Couldn't be a better season
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
Fall cause the leaves are falling
Turn cause the leaves are turning
Be gentle like the wind that's blowing
Be quiet like nature's snoring
Throwing acorns may be boring
But the squirrels are the ones really scoring
Baby chipmunks too
Cryless skies of baby blue
Oh, I just urn to see you
This season makes me sink in memories
Hell, it takes me deep into my feelings
But sweater weather is fun
It's cold while you have warm sweaters on
Couldn't be a better season
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