The falling leaves drift by the window /
The autumn leaves of red and gold /
I see your lips, the summer kisses /
The sun-burned 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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Autumn Leaves by Nat King Cole

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