The falling leaves , drift by my windows
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7 H: p# P8 ^& x7 Y4 l2 A6 IThe Auturmn leaves of red and gold . 7 }6 K& Y; E% E6 X) i) ]- a
I see your lips , the Summer kisser ,
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( E- m6 W5 x9 @% g- ~/ b6 QSince you went away , the days grow long. ' j# T* |1 k- [. L9 p2 u
And soon i hear Old Winter song.
% }7 m" s/ d# f, w$ ?' p; Q" b6 \But I miss you most off all, my darling.
6 Y9 a& M. U0 H/ A( L9 D( iwhen the Autumn leaves start to fall.
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