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She reminds me of November
In the steel-blue in her eyes
It's her soul I will remember
Wise and ancient as the skies
She's a traveller, she's a gypsy
Passin' through and movin' on
And I knew when she was with me
She's no singer, she's the song
She belongs to the rain
She belongs to the wind
She belongs to the storm blowin' in
She belongs to the stars
She belongs to the sea
She belongs to the deepest of all mysteries
I can see her in my memories
Staring out across the bay
Like a restless seagull ready
To rise up and fly away
And the times we spent together
Was a magical romance
I was fortunate to know her
Not too many get that chance
She belongs to the rain
She belongs to the wind
She belongs to the storm blowin' in
She belongs to the stars
She belongs to the sea
She belongs to the deepest of all mysteries
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