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(The falling) leaves drift by my window the autumn
leaves of red and gold. I see your
face the summer kisses, the sunburn
hands I used to know. Since you
went away the days grow long, and soon I'll
hear old winter's song, but
miss you most of all, my dar- ling, when
au- tumn leaves start to fall. (the falling)