Red and gold, and halloween have passed us by, The charcoal branches lean against the rosy sky, You are so far away, yet I could touch you if I may, But don't you worry now, I'm only dreaming anyway.
You may be lonely, you may be just on your own. You could be anywhere, someplace that I have known. But who am I and do we really live these days at all? And are they simply feelings we have loved and do recall?
Oh the sea has made me cry, But I love her, too, so maybe I love you.
For tears are only made of salt and water, And across the waves the sound of laughter. October it has gone and left me with a song That I will sing to you although the moment may be wrong.
Could it be the sea's as real as you and i? I often wonder why I always have to say I'm only dreaming anyway.
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