I PICK UP MY DIARY BUT THERE´S NOTHING TO SAY
I sat in the park for what seemed hours on end
Watching autumn leaves falling from the trees
And the birds flying high up in the breeze
And tomorrow it could not rain
But then again it always does
Watching autumn leaves falling from the trees
And the birds flying high up in the breeze
And tomorrow it could not rain
But then again it always does
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