They are sitting in a cafe at a table together.
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But for some reason they don't talk about that at all.
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He often looks at his watch, she does not look at him.
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Both of them do not understand what happened here.
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Chorus:
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Autumn foliage of poplar
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They rustle all night, as if saying:
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That love is gone, that love is gone
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And don't try to get her back.
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Autumn foliage of poplar
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They rustle all night, as if saying:
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That love is gone, that love is gone
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You try to forget everything.
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They don't know how to say the wrong "sorry".
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And for some reason they don't want to just leave.
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She sighs inappropriately, he just smokes and is silent.
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And no one is to blame - they can't save each other.
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Chorus:
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Autumn foliage of poplar
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They rustle all night, as if saying:
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That love is gone, that love is gone
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And don't try to get her back.
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Autumn foliage of poplar
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They rustle all night, as if saying:
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That love is gone, that love is gone
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You try to forget everything.
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You open the window, let the night and the rains in.
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The yellow leaf will fall on your palms.
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You save him as a talisman of love,
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What is gone and will not come back.
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And when the poplars throw off their bright outfit
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And winter will conjure us hundreds of barriers -
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You take a yellow leaf, remember everything and forget.
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After all, love cannot be returned, after all, love cannot be returned.
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Chorus:
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Autumn foliage of poplar
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They rustle all night, as if saying:
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That love is gone, that love is gone
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And don't try to get her back.
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Autumn foliage of poplar
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They rustle all night, as if saying:
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That love is gone, that love is gone
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You try to forget everything. |