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Try to remember the kind of September |
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When life was slow and oh so mellow |
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Try to remember the kind of September |
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When grass was green and grain was yellow. |
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Try to remember the kind of September |
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When you were a tender and happy fellow |
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Try to remember and if you remember |
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Then follow, follow. |
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Try to remember when life was so tender |
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That no one had wept except the willow |
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Try to remember when life was so tender |
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When dreams were kept beside your pillow. |
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And deep in December it's nice to remember |
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Too fire of September that made us mellow |
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Try to remember and if you remember |
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Then follow, follow... |
