When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze
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And touches with her hand the summer trees,
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Perhaps you'll understand what memories I own.
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There's a dance pavilion in the rain all shuttered down,
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A winding country lane all russet brown,
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A frosty window pane shows me a town grown lonely.
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That spring of ours that started so April-hearted,
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Seemed made for just a boy and girl.
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I never dreamed, did you, any fall would come in view
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So early, early.
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Darling if you care, please, let me know,
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I'll meet you anywhere, I miss you so.
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Let's never have to share another early autumn.
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Early Autumn
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| Ray Charles |
