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