The falling leaves , drift by my windows
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" H2 M$ {- U* ?7 jThe Auturmn leaves of red and gold . ( b6 I$ h8 w; s$ S- e9 ^
I see your lips , the Summer kisser , / O: |4 @ |. u
the sunburned hands i used to hold . # m* {$ I" b7 k% V3 N5 @8 ^$ q3 d
Since you went away , the days grow long. ' G3 w8 {# G4 i& A+ n2 W! x
And soon i hear Old Winter song.
: [ ]& u" H- B0 F9 LBut I miss you most off all, my darling. & W& \( ^5 d, N$ u8 k
when the Autumn leaves start to fall. ' B9 V: \. z4 L4 X4 S
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