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Oh, it's a long long while |
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From May to |
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DecemberBut the days grow short |
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When you reach |
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SeptemberWhen the autumn weather |
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Turns leaves to flame |
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One hasn't got time |
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For the waiting game |
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Oh, the days dwindle down |
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To a precious few |
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September, |
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NovemberAnd these few precious days |
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I'll spend with you |
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These precious days |
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I'll spend with you |
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Oh, the days dwindle down |
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To a precious few |
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September, |
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NovemberAnd these few precious days |
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I'll spend with you |
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These precious days |
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I'll spend with you |
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These precious days |
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I'll spend with you |
