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And as the summer dies the shadows start to move
See them dancing strange among the ivied tombs
And now the boughs turn verdant green to gold
Wildflowers fade, this year is growing old

Do you recall that cold October day?
When you first walked toward my open grave?

Autumn girl, lay down beneath the trees
Auburn hair, the colour of the leaves
A little death never hurt anyone
So won't you come out of the graveyard sun

It was the hour of dusk, in the season of mists
On your pale neck, your fate sealed with a kiss
Kohl rims round your eyes like cinerary ash
In my cold embrace you fell into a trance

I led you through Egyptian Avenue
Through iron gates, into the catacombs

Autumn girl, lay down beneath the trees
Auburn hair, the colour of the leaves
A little death never hurt anyone
So won't you come out of the graveyard sun

Out of the graveyard

Remember Hallows Eve, Nineteen Sixty Eight
All those years have passed, the colours never fade
And so we're lost in time, our dawn will never come
We'll live forever young, out of the graveyard sun

Out of the graveyard...

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