Almost in the middle of September,
Still in the busy streets of Laguna,
Under my skin I can feel the shiver,
Voices are then heard from this sonata,
The left turn proves worth it,
Seeing another lane of porcelain,
When it breaks it injures your feet,
But you can go on and ignore the pain,
We've been listening to the sweet sound,
Humming the beat of September,
You hear no one when everyone is around,
Close your eyes and you will remember,
For the last time and for the last beat,
You know the sound emanates from you,
With wings you no longer need your feet,
Hear it out and you no longer need October,
And when I close my eyes I will remember,
Everyday til the last day of September.
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