September’s over, it’s October,
And the world is one of change;
The leaves spin as the season begins
Embracing the wondrous and strange
The beginning’s over, it’s October,
And nothing’s as it seems;
There’s pain and loss, but that’s the cost
Of daring to follow your dreams
But the dreaming’s over, it’s October;
The branches are bright against the sky
The colours bleed and perfectly speak
Of the many hopes that died
The mourning’s over, it’s October,
And though things will never be the same,
The wind brushes past, a soft touch at my back
Whispering not to linger by the graves
It’s a time to recover, lovely October;
An emptiness devoid of sorrow
Because the dying trees and the chilly breeze
Carry the promises of tomorrow.
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