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