The falling leaves , drift by my windows ( T: E9 O9 R/ ] Y' q
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The Auturmn leaves of red and gold . % |# S8 s0 ?1 J7 t& h
I see your lips , the Summer kisser ,
$ o: u. ?$ c8 d" Sthe sunburned hands i used to hold . : s% G% i& K; s! q- ~
Since you went away , the days grow long. 0 `. y- a _+ I- P7 ]+ `
And soon i hear Old Winter song.
$ m2 q/ V# B6 x/ V1 a2 cBut I miss you most off all, my darling.
6 c# ~; A j# [: S) awhen the Autumn leaves start to fall.
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