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We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds We won't be sleeping in our autumn
The autumn leaves drift by my window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips the summer kisses Those sunburned hands I use to hold Since you
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Out of morning and into midnight, Through the sunrise and under moonlight. Isobella, oh! Isobella, dream of me. Everything that comes from day Comes
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Traduzione: Enya. Il primo autunno.
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won't be sleeping in our autumn beds We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds We won't be sleeping in our autumn
your standards. Breathe in the life of the summmer's death as the orange and red breathe their first breath, so welcome as they're burning through. We all begin to burn. Autumn
passing seconds, Fall down from an overdose Sixteen, prom queen, pristine, stayed clean Never mixing with the vagabonds that rolled with dope fiends But the winds of autumn
, and now the year is 1618 I'm standing on the shores of Angola between The first Dutch trader to turn African's into slaves And the first potential slaves
york city I can hear the seagulls' cries Whenever i saw you, it felt like the first time Whenever i kissed you, just like the first time Whenever i hold
Defending ourselves with spear and bow We took them out one by one As the rising autumn sun glowed There was twenty dead on each side When we first