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The falling leaves drift by my window |
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The autumn leaves of red and gold |
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I see your lips, the summer kisses |
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The sun-burned hands I used to hold |
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Since you went away the days grow long |
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And soon I'll hear old winter's song |
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But I miss you most of all, my darling |
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When autumn leaves start to fall |
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Since you went away the days grow long |
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And soon I'll hear old winter's song |
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But I miss you most of all, my darling |
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When autumn leaves start to fall |
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But I miss you most of all, my darling |
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When autumn leaves start to fall |