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

Oh, 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.

~~~♫♫♫ ~~~

September. November.
And these few precious days, I'll spend with you.
These precious days, I'll spend with you.

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