As the moon spins its color orange on an axis of a clockwork pendulum from am old granddad timepiece whispering your name with a tick-tock wound by a key as the tallow drips in my mind as we kiss As autumn time leaves forever fall on your chestnut hair and green eyes with a scent of bourbon as echoes carol love's homily it's not for you or me to believe in spirits or ghosts in October
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