A fleeting spark

Ember to flame

You left me charred

I’ve you to blame

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That free form fall

That jazz horns frame

Just like the autumn leaves.

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But on the sunset coast

Where palm trees sway

The only things that fall

Are sun and waves,

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And the sunset doesn’t make a splash

As day fades

Just like the autumn leaves.

A remark you made

Is coming back to me again

Sometimes the thing you said

Beckons

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And some friends

They leave a piece of them

With us

Along the way that stays

Even still

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And even still, the window

That o’er the sill the wind blows

We see a kite aloft

Afar held tight

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A remark you made

Is coming back to me again

Sometimes the thing you said

Reminds me of a long lost friend

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And a remark she made

Is coming back to me again

Sometimes the thing she said

Reminds me of a long lost friend

/

And a remark he made

Is coming back to me again

Sometimes the thing he said

Reminds me of a long lost friend

/

And a remark was made.