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September's Quiet Goodbye - Miles Laroque
You didn't pack
a single word
just folded up your grin
The breeze turned sharp
the leaves let go
but I held you within
Your jacket still hangs by the door
the one in hickory brown
You left so soft
so strangely kind
without a look of frown
September knew
and never cried
just whispered he's not mine
It was a quiet goodbye
September knew
and never cried
just whispered he's not mine
It was a quiet goodbye
