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Autumn Leaves Bar
Autumn Leaves Bar
The falling leaves drift by my window, the Autumn Leaves of red and gold.
I see your lips, the summer kisses, the sunburned hands I used to hold.
But I miss you most of all, my darling, when Autumn Leaves start to fall.
When Autumn Leaves start to fall. When Autumn Leaves start to fall.
AUTUMN LEAVES w. Jacques Prevert, Johnny Mercer
m. Joseph Kosma
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and soon I’ll hear old winter’s song.