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The corn stalks won’t stop talking
I’d like to listen to the conversation when I’m walking on the frosty grass
I can see the capacity in my lungs cuz my breath lasts
19 million acres of color
making a masterpiece before we get another blank canvas
blank seasons which everything turns white,
all over again.
It’s time to make a quilt for the lands
Stitching every leaf, every piece,
sticky warm underneath
The bugs and the dirt can keep cozy
by the earth above the blanket is changing slowly

This season tends to be
the reason for love, and I’m freezing up
I wanna fall just like the leaves above.
Just like the leaves above.
Well, it’s the right time to live in a mitten
and, oh, i am happy we’re in the same glove.

Hold on to my hand,
it’s big enough for both of us to fit in.
And, oh, I am happy we’re in the same glove.
There’s a whisper,
a kiss in the wind
a secret land
and a mystical him
and it makes me high
when i
breath it in and i feel the vibration,
when i listen

Crimsinber umber
a world thats covered in wonder
a moment, inspired by slumber
but broken by thunder
It’s time to make a bond with the land
picking up the pieces made by man
with all the beauty in the palm of your hand
just take a look around,
you’ll understand

This season tends to be
the reason for love, and I’m warming up
We’re all together like the leaves below.
Just like the leaves below.

it’s the right time to live in a mitten
and, oh, i am happy we’re in the same glove.
Hold on to my hand,
it’s big enough for both of us to fit in.
And, oh, i am happy we’re in the same glove.

When autumn comes,
when autumn comes, love, mmmm
when autumn comes, love, we’ll follow
When autumn comes, love, we’ll follow.
Ooohhh.

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