When wind the blows October
into my bedroom window,
cool breeze carrying news of snow soon to fly,
I promise that snuggled there
between down comforter and soft sheets
I will not forget you,
I will not forget what it all means.
When wind the blows October
into your Tukul window,
humid air carrying news of the rain still to fall,
Hot nights and muddy streets
will be the distance between us,
but you will be no farther from heart then you were
then,
and sound of children singing themselves homeward
will still be the song that echos in my ears.
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