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October,
"October", U2 (1981)
And the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear.
What do I care?
The eighth month of the calendar in the ancient days of Roman gods, later dedicated to guardian angels and witchcraft rituals, woe betide those who would see red for it is neither dull nor low-keyed. No, bubbly Revolutionary October does clash, exposing the true colours of all nature. So where does this sudden gloom come from?
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