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Sit by my side come as close as the air,
sharin' a memory of grey
And wander in my words,
and dream about the pictures that I play,
of changes
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall,
to brown and to yellow they fade
And then they have to die,
trapped within the circle time parade,
of changes
Moments of magic will glow in the night,
all fears of the forest are gone
For when the morning breaks,
they're swept away by golden drops of dawn,
of changes
Passions will part to a warm melody,
as fires will sometimes turn cold
Like petals in the wind,
we're puppets to the silver strings of souls,
of changes
Your tears will be trembling now we're somewhere else,
one last cup of wine we will pour
I'll kiss you one more time,
and leave you on the rolling river shore,
of changes