[Spoken:]
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A matter of growing old when we're young it's May
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Wonderful, beautiful, glorious May
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Then middle age is like the turning of the year
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It's September and finally December comes
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It's a long long while....
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From May to December
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For the days grow short when you reach September
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When autumn weather
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Turns the leaves to flame
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One hasn't got the time for the waiting game
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Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few
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September
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November
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And these few precious days
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I'll spend with you
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These precious days I'll spend
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September
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November
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With you
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September Song
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| Dean Martin |
