Like the chile flakes onto my dinner plate,
I see through the window that everything's going to be alright,
It's the weather,
The sign that makes me feel better, and safe,
Falling leaves take your time,
Take my breath away,
From the bottom of my heart,
It's not too late,
To feel the love we obsessed about the other day,
We promised to love until death comes around,
And after that I'll still remember you the trees that helped me breathe so proud.
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