Honey boy, now I can dream again
You are the changing of the seasons
You give me reason to go on
Hope and joy
Words I start to understand
You know those thoughts don’t come too easy for a mind that’s nearly
Gone are the leaves from the trees
The wind carries a chill
Denver in moonlight
The mountains paint the skyline
Denver in November
Denver in November’s high
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