So when the summer sun fades and the Autumn one rises, know that I'll be next to you when the leaves fall. When their weight finally becomes heavy enough, they will recede to the ground. And I will collect the ones of brilliant color and make you a wreathe. This wreathe will be your crown; wear it as a princess would.
When the darkness starts to creep, streets will be lined with Halloween decorations, know that I will be only as close to you as you would like me to be. Don't let the ghouls frighten you as they did I when I was a young one.
As I spectate life through a windshield (behind the wheel) I notice a striking number of patterns. Somehow they constantly remind me of you.
You know that spot. It's the spot that gets me every time.
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