I've travelled far
and I've stayed in one place
I've spoken to the night
and I've kept silent for days

The changing of colours
the imposing of age
I've spoken to the night
and I've kept silent for days

When summer becomes fall
it happens to us all

So many reasons
and in so many ways
I've spoken to the night
and I've kept silent for days

Going round,
I'm going round in my head

Going round in my head
is just how much I'll miss it when I'm dead

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