Well, it's a long, long time
From May to December
But the days grow short
When you reach September
And the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to gray
And I haven't got time
For the waiting game
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I spend with you
These precious days I spend with you
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