Try to remember the kind of September
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when life was slow and oh, so mellow.
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Try to remember the kind of September
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when grass was green and grain was yellow.
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Try to remember the kind of September
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when you were a tender and callow fellow,
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Try to remember and if you remember the follow.
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Try to remember when life was so tender
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that no one wept except the willow.
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Try to remember when life was so tender that
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dreams were kept beside your pillow.
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Try to remember when life was so tender that
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love was an ember about to billow.
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Try to remember and if you remember then follow.
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Deep in December it's nice to remember
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altho you know the snow will follow.
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Deep in December it's nice to remember
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without the hurt the heart is hollow.
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Deep in December it's nice to remember
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the fire of September that made us mellow.
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Deep in December our hearts should remember and follow.
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Try To Remember
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| Tom Jones |
