| I feel the autumn breeze
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| It steals 'cross my pillow
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| As soft as a will-o'-the-wisp
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| And in its song there is sadness
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| Because there’s no you
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| The lonely autumn trees
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| How softly they’re sighing
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| For summer is dying
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| They know that in my heart
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| There’s no gladness
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| Because there’s no you
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| The park that we walked in
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| The garden we talked in
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| How lonely they seem in the fall
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| The stormy clouds hover
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| And falling leaves cover
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| Our favorite nook in the wall
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| In spring we’ll meet again
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| We’ll kiss and recapture
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| The summertime rapture we knew
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| And from that day
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| Never more will I say there’s no you |