It's pounding on the door,
And pulling at my skin,
Oh, September, can you smell the rain?
It's dripping down the window,
And smudging up the panes.
September, please oh please,
Why do this to me?
You fill me with this aching for the fall.
September, are you listening?
I know that you're passing,
But your smell's intoxicating to us all.
Your friends have died or have yet to be born.
Every season holds it's sunny days and storms
It's this world of many color
That will let us all go under
Beneath it's crashing waves of golds and greens
While the sun is not yet warm.
September, don't be jealous of this change.
It's the course of things for time to rearrange.
And in the blue, blue sky
Headed south, we'll fly
Until the light fades out from overhead
For the stars to playfully engage.
Oh, September, won't you linger as you please?
Just deepen into autumn
Darken all your leaves.
Oh, September, won't you break your easel down?
You're shaming all the artists
That try to paint you in the town.
September, please oh please,
Don't do this to me,
I'm tired of this summer, of this fall.
September, are you listening?
All this time is passing,
Still your lazy sunshine dances on my walls.
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