| What am I to you?
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| What am I to do?
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| Now summer’s almost through in September
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| For love has come and gone
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| Didn’t stay for long;
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| One thing I will always remember
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| When the green, whispering leaves had called your name
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| The gentle, sighing winds, they did the same
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| Now the sun has left the sky
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| And for no reason why
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| A sad cloud is crying tears of rain
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| We stood and watched the rain;
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| Perhaps we will again
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| For no one knows what’s coming tomorrow
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| One day you may find
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| That I am close behind;
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| Wherever you may go I will follow
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| And the green, whispering leaves will call your name;
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| The gentle, sighing winds will do the same
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| Now the sun is in the sky
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| And for no reason why
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| The sad cloud is crying itself away
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| And the green, whispering leaves will call your name;
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| The gentle, sighing winds will do the same
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| Now the sun is in the sky
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| And for no reason why
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| The sad cloud is crying itself away |