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The autumn leaves in a grey September make it easy to remember, a certain summer a certain love, it's you my dear I'm thinking of.
The leafless trees they look so slender they jog my mind and I remember, a certain summer a certain joy, of being told I'm the father of a baby boy.
The white capped hillside of a distant yonder cause me just to sit and wonder, of a certain summer and a certain love can you remember the one I'm thinking of. |
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