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Flaming September

One day, if I haven’t already, (and my memory is such that I may have and simply forgotten) I will tell you the story that accompanies this song. It involves my second year at Brandeis, a chance morning in Boston that changed the trajectory of my life, the first man I ever kissed, and the flirtation with destruction that would forever find fascination with those very men who put my heart most into peril. I can’t believe it’s already September.

The summer dying,
September lives in flame,
The sisters dancing
No happy ending to the game.
Don’t bother to call – Think I’ll stay here just the same.
Flaming September, what can you give me that is true?
Do you remember? Do you remember, do you remember… all the life I gave to you?
The summer dying
September lives in flame
My youth lies bruised and broken
No happy ending to the game.
Don’t bother to tell me – I’ll live on here just the same.
Flaming September, what can you show me that is new?
My heart remembers. Do you remember, do you remember… all the life I gave to you?
Flaming September, what can you show me that is true?
My heart remembers. Do you remember, do you remember… all the life I gave to you?
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