The falling leaves , drift by my windows 4 f3 J [ {5 x/ p4 Q' I) d) a
, k; S6 U; ~; X; b, {; N3 dThe Auturmn leaves of red and gold .
& }8 d- F$ Q6 V6 aI see your lips , the Summer kisser ,
6 X; u# k1 D9 |the sunburned hands i used to hold .
' u# K7 A; @, H: [ OSince you went away , the days grow long.
# b; Y: k L+ e: t" x7 d2 MAnd soon i hear Old Winter song. * G& y6 H% A `9 l, Q
But I miss you most off all, my darling.
2 }' {$ R A6 s* N" [% xwhen the Autumn leaves start to fall. 3 s' D S9 h* g: J/ h
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