The falling leaves , drift by my windows
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The Auturmn leaves of red and gold .
0 P% D2 M" N, O+ D& i3 E" VI see your lips , the Summer kisser , : G) t. S5 A' I; A0 j. b
the sunburned hands i used to hold . 6 E+ G: J1 r3 j8 U! S
Since you went away , the days grow long. 3 N( \* P: k3 W) h* R" t
And soon i hear Old Winter song.
/ p( y8 R7 K5 m; i- m! ~) gBut I miss you most off all, my darling. % i* U; R3 I8 p8 y* K# y! z9 J1 {) }
when the Autumn leaves start to fall. / @# T \ f! S! c8 b
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