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Autumn Leaves

(Nat King Cole)

The falling leaves...
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves or red and gold
I see your lips, The summer kisses,
The sunburned 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.

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