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I met a girl on Halloween
She was lost and I was drunk
And it was dark and cold out
When we left

As we walked the rain started
The leaves softened with every step
And all around us people slept
Alone with their dreams

The wind came down from up the plains
And blew the leaves all through the streets
I wondered how far leaves
Could really fly

Would they rest in suburb yards?
Or make it to the city?
Or would they end up in the river
Just to float away?