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But it's a long, long while from May to December
And the days grow short when you reach September
And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I haven't got time for the waiting game
For the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I spend with you
These golden days I spend with you
For the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These golden days I spend with you
