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September Sunset
Golden windows
And golden walls.
Silver back surfers
Riding through the fall.
I'm here waiting
Comiserating-
Why can't I stay in the Golden halls?
The trees are embers.
There are apples on the floor.
I get the feeling
death is at my door.
wish I could stay in the golden halls.
The golden halls.
The golden halls.
Wish I could stay in the golden halls.
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