A beautiful song from the good old days.
When October Comes
Tonight I didn't dream of you
Tonight I didn't kiss you
Tonight when this song arises for you
Know that I've pulled through
The days don't return
I'm good if they ask me
Money and time for everyone that I don't
need
But who I love isn't here
When October comes, and the rain falls
I remember the summer, and think of her
And I'm not ashamed when my eyes tear up
That's old love writing poems
I know, far from the eye
And she's much further from the heart
But how can I hide it, in my pockets are all
the streets
Oh, where I've kissed you
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