November Wind

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It’s her hair dancing in November wind 

That teaches me how to so finely grow,

And it’s her loving all those who have sinned 

That made me fall in love ages ago. 

It’s her warm laugh on every given night 

That will make any embrace so tender. 

It’s the way my heart fills with such delight 

That has to cause my soul to surrender. 

It’s her muffled tears ending a hard day 

That wrench my heart like you would not believe, 

And it’s her memory fading away 

That ruined me like you could not conceive. 

I love her so much it doesn't seem true 

That it’s from atop that building she flew.

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