There's a bright sun on my face,
can't complain,
it colors me golden.
And the leaves gently & gracefully fall,
and I am glad I have my sweater to hold,
my cup is full but I want to carry more,
My God, can I stay with the sun?
I thought by now
I'll be somebody's Mrs.
But I got off the train so I can spend my days in the sun
And now I could be wrong,
but I think he spends his days missing me,
but I know I am better off.
There might be another boy at my favorite place,
My friends think he likes me too,
Only time will tell.
Oh fall, oh fall, here we go,
I'm falling again.
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