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