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Lyrics:
Well, it's a long, long time
From May to December
But the days grow short
When you reach September
And the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to gray
And I haven't got time
For the waiting game
And the days dwindle down
To a precious few . .
September, November . .
And these few precious days
I spend with you
These precious days
I spend with you
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