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$ L9 ]4 M* K' w7 rThe Auturmn leaves of red and gold .
' f: O2 v8 ~% e" jI see your lips , the Summer kisser , 5 [. Y" g8 s2 m0 | Q
the sunburned hands i used to hold .
; Z& c3 F! h2 `& u$ CSince you went away , the days grow long. + ?- Z. U8 b( G
And soon i hear Old Winter song.
3 C) g. o* L! R5 ^1 JBut I miss you most off all, my darling. ; Q+ a, `/ M( ?" {: u: N
when the Autumn leaves start to fall.
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