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,
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Then follow ( follow ) follow ( follow ) 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,
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That dreams were kept beside your pillow.
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Try to remember when life was so tender,
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That love was an ember about to billow,
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Try to remember, and if you remember,
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Then follow ( follow ) follow . . .
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( follow . . .deep in December it's nice to remember,
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Although you know the snow will follow.
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Deep in December it's nice to remember,
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Without a 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 heart's should remember,
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And follow ( follow ) follow ( follow ) follow . . .
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Try to Remember
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| Perry Como |
