Led through the mist 
By the milk-light of moon
All that was lost is revealed 

Our long bygone burdens
Mere echoes of the spring 
But where have [bad word] 
And where shall we end?
If dreams [bad word] [bad word] Then why not pretend?

Oh, how the gentle wind
Beckons through the leaves
As autumn colors fall

Dancing in a swirl
Of golden memories
The loveliest lies of all
The loveliest lies of all