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Sep 2010
The falling leaves drift by my window.
The autumn leaves of red and gold.
Since you went away the days grow long.
Soon, I'll hear them sing old winter's song.
But, I miss you most of all, my darling;
When autumn leaves begin to fall...
And I do!
Written by
Kathleen Myra Colby
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