| Summer sun is setting
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| And the grass is turning gold
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| Another season’s changing
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| And I’m just getting old.
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| The autumn leaves are raining
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| And it’s a sparrow’s time to fall
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| Another season’s fading
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| And I’m just getting old.
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| If you ever find a way
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| To run as fast as time
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| You will find the wind that’s blowing
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| You tell her I was left behind.
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| The winter frost is biting
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| Even the trees outside are cold
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| Another season’s changing
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| I’m just getting old.
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| The seeds of springs are spreading
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| With love no man can hold
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| Another season’s changing
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| And I’m just getting old.
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| If you ever find a way
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| To run as fast as time
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| You will find the wind that’s blowing
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| You tell her I was left behind
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| You tell her I was left behind
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| You tell her I was left behind
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| Ah, tell her I was left behind
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| Please, tell her I… was left behind. |