the fall-ing leaves
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drift by the win-dow
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the au-tumn leaves
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of red and gold
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i see your lips
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the sum-mer kiss-es
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the sun-burned hands
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i used to hold
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since you went a-way
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the days grow long
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and soon i'll hear
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old win-ters song
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but i miss you most of all
|
my dar-ling
|
when au-tumn leaves
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start to fall.
|
|
since you went a-way
|
the days grow long
|
and soon i'll hear
|
old win-ters song
|
but i miss you most of all
|
my dar-ling
|
when au-tumn leaves
|
start to fall
|
start to fall
|
start to fall
|
autumn leaves.
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Autumn Leaves
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| Bill Evans |
