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September Song |
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- Matt Monro |
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But it's a long long while |
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from May to December; |
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And the days grow short, |
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When you reach September. |
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And the Autumn weather, |
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Turns the leaves to flame; |
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And I haven't got time |
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for the waiting game. |
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For the days dwindle down |
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to a precious few: |
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September! November! |
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And these few precious days, |
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I'd spend with you; |
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These golden days |
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I'd spend with you! |
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For the days dwindle down |
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to a precious few: |
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September! November! |
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And these few precious days, |
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I'll spend with you; |
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These golden days |
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I spend with you |