Autumn Leaves (Joseph Kosma)

The falling leaves,  Drift by the window
The autumn leaves ,Of red and gold
I see your lips ,The summer kisses
The sunburned hands, I used to hold
     Since you went away The days grow long
     And soon I’ll hear Old winter’s song
     But I miss you most of all, My darling
     When autumn leaves Start to fall

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