Indian Summer
for church sunday
i watched rain drops
catch rides on leaves
the wind sang that song
we all sang when we
fell from grace
thunder ended the
meeting with a clap.
i watched rain drops
catch rides on leaves
the wind sang that song
we all sang when we
fell from grace
thunder ended the
meeting with a clap.
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