Autumn rain
Down my window pane
The world is ill, yet it's turning still
Like a stolen photograph
I keep looking back upon the past
And yet the rain fills my palm
And I know I won't come to any harm
Take me back down memory's lane
Take me there though not in vain
Just a place and just a time
When we were free, and we were fine
Out on past the fields of corn
To the haunted woodland torn
Through darkened valley's way
Giving birth to a bright new day
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