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I feel the autumn breeze,
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It steals 'cross my pillow
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As soft as a will-o'-the-wisp,
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And in its song there is sadness
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Because there's no you,
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The lonely autumn trees,
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How softly they're sighing,
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For summer is dying,
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They know that in my heart
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There's no gladness
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Because there's no you,
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The park that we walked in,
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The garden we talked in,
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How lonesome they seem in the fall,
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The stormy clouds hover,
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And falling leaves cover
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Our favorite nook in the wall,
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In spring we'll meet again,
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We'll kiss and recapture
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The summertime rapture we knew,
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And from that day,
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Never more will I say there's no you
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Theres No You
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| Jo Stafford |
