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When you meet with the young men early in the Spring
They court you in song and rhyme
They woo with words and a clover ring
But if you examine the goods they bring
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And the plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time

Oh, it's a long long time from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game.

All the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you.

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All the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you.

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