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The falling leaves
Drift by the window,
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold.
I see your lips,
The summer kisses,
The sun-burned hands
I used to hold
Since you went away
The days grow long,
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song.
But I miss you most of all,
My darling,
When autumn leaves
Start to fall (twice)
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The falling leaves
Drift by the window,
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold.
I see your lips,
The summer kisses,
The sun-burned hands
I used to hold
Since you went away
The days grow long,
And soon I'll hear
Old winter's song.
But I miss you most of all,
My darling,
When autumn leaves
Start to fall (twice)