Last month of the summer
September will be there
The sunlight is failing
September will be there
Go across long days
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Visions of good love
September will be there
Having a soft drink
From the outstretched hands
Needing a stiff touch
Never lost memories
Watching a jet plane
Scratching the blue sky
Heat from the concrete
September will be there
Black top, white hand
Static of the blown grass
September will be there
Lean against the siding
This is no good (no good)
I am no good (no good)
She is no shadow (shadow)
The treetops are buzzing
September will be there
My ghost will be there
The future will be there
This is not an ending
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