Before you leave, could you sweep up all of those cemetery leaves?
While they go, where they can be seen.
I never knew, Autumn winds
could blow such pain to us so soon.
I have applied
but nothing that I would do.
I'll see this package back to the sender
I'm sure her arms can't wait to receive it
Before you leave, could you show me truth in your apologies
Cause I'm not a dead body, sleeping like six feet
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