Hungry hands turing soft and old,
My hero crying as we stood out their in the cold,
Like these autumn leaves I dont have nothing to hold.
_________________________________ Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoes,
_________________________________Too young to say, though I swear he knew,
_________________________________And i hear him singing while he sits there in his chair,
_________________________________While these autumn leaves float around everywhere.
And I look at you, and I see me,
Making noise so restlessly,
But now its quiet and I can hear you sing,
'My little fish dont cry, my little fish dont cry.'
________________________________Autumn leaves how fading now,
________________________________That smile that ive lost, well ive found some how,
________________________________Because you still live on in my fathers eyes,
________________________________all these autumn leaves are yours tonite.
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