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Autumn in |
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New YorkWhy does it seem so inviting? |
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Autumn in |
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New YorkIt spells the thrill of first-knighting |
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Glimmering crowds |
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And shimmering clouds |
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In canyons of steel |
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They're making me feel, |
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I'm homeIt's autumn in |
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New YorkThat brings the promise of new love |
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Autumn in |
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New YorkIs often mingled with pain |
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Dreamers with empty hands |
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They sigh for exotic lands |
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It's autumn in |
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New YorkIt's good to live it again |
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Autumn in |
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New YorkYou'll need no castles in |
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SpainLovers that bless the dark |
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On benches in |
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Central Park |
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Greet autumn in |
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New YorkIt's good to live it again |
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In New York |
