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 Time to  the maple brilliant crimson.
  to turn the Aspen's sparkling gold.
 Time  tumble apples from their branches.
 Time to turn the breezes crisp and cold, a chill  the country side.
 
 Kiss of  mist upon the meadows.
 Scent  wood smoke swirling in the air.
 Signals that  high time for the harvest.
 Every 'punkin',  and prickly pear, with ripened fruit to bear
 
 If  believe in who you are,
  you were always meant to be.
 If you open  your heart, then you'll set your spirit free.
 In this  of the season, every leaf on every tree, will start to shine,
 come and see,
 take my hand,
 come with me  fly.
 
  standing right beside you,
 one true friend is there to guide 
 
 To believe  who you are,
 who  were always meant to be.
  you open up your heart, then you'll set your spirit free.
 In this time of the season, every leaf on  tree, will start to shine,
 come and see,
 take my hand,
 come with  and fly!