it's a long long while
from may to december
but the days grow short
when you reach september
when the autumn weather
turns the leaves to flame
one hasn't got time
for the waiting game
oh the days dwindle down
to a precious few
semptember, november
and these few precious days
i'll spend with you
these precious days
i'll spend with you
oooh! and "talking to the moon about you" by george formby and "reaching for someone" by frankie trumbauer and "la vie en rose" by edith piaf, but i won't bother posting those.
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