The falling leaves , drift by my windows
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I see your lips , the Summer kisser , 7 P( }! ]) R% r+ B. s, b" ?/ c
the sunburned hands i used to hold . : g4 {/ _0 f% P* n# }/ U
Since you went away , the days grow long.
; L! m$ h% b" \0 J9 OAnd soon i hear Old Winter song. / o5 V* {. I5 s5 S+ \8 Y! n
But I miss you most off all, my darling. 7 w) G' r9 W& c7 |/ p b
when the Autumn leaves start to fall.
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