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Leaves are falling

I’m getting cold

These shoes know when they’re growing old

I don’t always do as I’m told

At least I have a free soul

If you’re an artist or a traveler with tapestries

I gave up making tea years ago or so it seems

I left a box of grapes in Hamburg, Germany

A fool I thought a friend suggested this idea to me

Lavender flowers and all of your supposed powers

Can’t hold up to a meteor shower

If you hop a train or jump on a plane

People may call you insane

The day we met I knew the world would never be the same

If you’re an artist or a traveler with tapestries

I left the only girl I love in the Evergreen trees

If you go North tell them I brought her ashes to the sea

And that I always have them right next to me

Oh i’m getting cold, oh oh and I’m growing old

Remember every scar if you’re a sculptor

Your memory is the pen if you’re a writer

Your body is a tool if you’re a dancer

Your brushstrokes show your soul

If you’re a painter

And will you be coming home?

If you’re an artist or a traveler with tapestries

Who’s fallen but gotten up from down on your knees

You’ll know the real point of art and poetry is to somehow

Connect with the mystery

Oh i’m getting cold, oh oh and I’m growing old

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