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Dear, Dear, come over here,
I know the door is closed.
If you choose to contemplate,
Don't do it alone.
Coloured days to shades of gray,
Some sadness in the autumn rain.
But never turn to look behind,
Ahead are days of yours and...
I know the door is closed.
If you choose to contemplate,
Don't do it alone.
Coloured days to shades of gray,
Some sadness in the autumn rain.
But never turn to look behind,
Ahead are days of yours and...
