Well, it's a long, long time
From May to December
But the days grow short,
When you reach September.
And the autumn weather
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Turns the leaves to flame
And I haven't got time
For the waiting game.
And the days dwindle down
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To a precious few . . .
September, November . . .
And these few precious days
I spend with you.
These precious days
I spend with you.
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