Et les vents du nord, les emportant Dans la nuit blanche de n'oubli Que moi, je n'ai pas oubliй La chanson que tu me chantais The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands i used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon i'll hear old winter song But i miss you most of all, my darling When the autumn leaves start to fall...
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