(spoken)
A matter of growing old when we're young it's May
Wonderful, beautiful, glorious May
Then middle age is like the turning of the year
It's September and finally December comes
It's a long long while ....
From May to December
For the days grow short when you reach September
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When autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got the time for the waiting game
Oh the days dwindle down to a precious few
September
November
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend
September
November
With you
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