The Woods are getting naked and the weather is getting colder I can feel this fall deep inside my bones I hear the call of the birds they are going to leave us I wonder how they know their destination The woods are turnin? colours the wilderness is shining the north prepares for winter, 'cause it will be cruel The birds calling gether they are going to leave us I always wonder how they know where to fly
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