
So many dashed against the rocks And found just where we caught 'em Some with spiderwebs for locks Still hung from haunted autumn Against the grain and tide we tore Reminded of the sash we wore We left them lying on the shore But they sunk to the bottom Oh how I'd love to see them now Alive beneath the sunshine Tiptoeing at night below The window where I'm watching Scratching at the glass like branch Blowing like breeze through thе ranch Each wearing a hole to match Would be so vеry touching So many wrecked against the curve To count them Lord we gotta Some with lighting bolts for scars But they sunk to the bottom I did away with all my Calculations as one must A moldy infestation had Crept up upon a bust Left there at the station Where one only collects dust And firm in our belief of haunted autumn So many dashed against themselves To find and fill the morguey shelves And some with cobwebs now for cells But they sunk to the bottom
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