Look at how the candles flicker in the window
Look at how the leaves are turning gold out on the treesSounds a little corny, a little like john denver
But the turning of the seasons gives me something to believe in
So if this is the end
There’s nowhere I’d rather be
No one I’d rather see the end with
Tell God on his throne to leave us alone
If this is the end

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