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The falling leaves drift by my window,
The falling leaves of 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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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.

I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall.