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When the leaving birds |
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Fill the stone grey sky |
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And the green, green leaves |
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Turn away and die |
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And the once warm sun |
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Has to run and hide |
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And the Winter clouds |
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Begin their stormy ride |
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Cold black shadows cross my eyes |
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And help to make me realize |
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You've gone, oh |
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Cold Autumn Sunday |
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Still I walk alone |
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The paths we shared |
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And I try to recreate the love we had |
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For you were my life |
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And my heart is sad |
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And it's strange how autumn |
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Used to make me glad |
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Only now an empty sky is there |
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To let me know how much I care |
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You've gone, oh |
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Cold Autumn Sunday |
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I'm near to dying |
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No use denying that it's true |
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Spend my whole time crying |
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Finding ways of trying |
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Not to be blue, oh, over you |
