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