<NOVEMBER> brings ghosts of my youthfulness back again every when the wind rises.
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In front of a church came a grieving song
A red rose fell onto the black coffin
Broken glasses and kisses and tears
Ephemeral love
Forever brokenhearted.
Lightning struck
Liquors spilled
Distorted dreams
Beautiful and haunting
Endlessly in a November rain.
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