The falling leaves drift by the window,
autumn 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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