October
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Five o’ clock and a fire escape symphony Spilling out across the road and the square And the sky’s the same as your own, do you think of me? Do the parks and trees and the leaves reach you there? After the rain, in the lonely hours he haunts me.... Calling out, again, and again.... Sophia, Sophia, I’m burning, I’m burning It’s a fire, a fire I cannot put out. Sophia, Sophia, I’m learning that some things I can’t go without And one of those is him.
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