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[patchworkgirl]

A man can be seen (by streetlight)
Bathed in the ghost of a lonely cigarette
And there's frost on our cars now
Sure-sign that fall is setting in

Yeah, it'll settle somewhere beneath my breast
Where rough bark and knot-holes exist
A chill so cavernous and infinite
You'll wonder where your breath went

So, dear stranger, if it pleases you to stay
Tangled in this northwestern breeze
Hold your patience and you may see
These old blue eyes dried and decayed among the leaves