October
Wednesday 15 October 2008 photo 2/2
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The falling leaves, drift by the window,
the autumn leaves, of red and gold.
I see your lips, the summer kisses,
the sunburned hand 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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