Your ending they are always so swift to call,
one school goes back and it's officially Fall,
pumpkin pie quick to to the oven,
a thousand witches beckon their coven.
Be slow:
they'll be more sunny hurrahs, more bright highs,
it's not gone until it's gone this summer in the sky.
And it never leaves without saying goodbye.
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 12:36 PM UTC
Your ending they are always so swift to call,
one school goes back and it's officially Fall,
pumpkin pie quick to to the oven,
a thousand witches beckon their coven.
Be slow:
they'll be more sunny hurrahs, more bright highs,
it's not gone until it's gone this summer in the sky.
And it never leaves without saying goodbye.
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