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Las Hojas Muertas - Nat King Cole
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips the summer kisses
The sunburned hand I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
