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Matt monro
But it's a long long while
From may to December
And the days grow short
When you reach September
And the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
And I haven't got time
For the waiting game
For the days dwindle down
To a precious few：
September
November
And these few precious days
I'd spend with you
These golden days
I'd spend with you
For the days dwindle down
To a precious few：
September
November
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you
These golden days
I spend with you
