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Try to remember the kind of september, |
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When life was slow and oh so mellow. |
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Try to remember the kind of september, |
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When grass was green and grain was yellow. |
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Try to remember the kind of september, |
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When you were a tender and callow fellow. |
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Try to remember, and if you remember, |
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Then follow ( follow ) follow ( follow ) follow . . . |
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Try to remember when life was so tender, |
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That no one wept except the willow, |
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Try to remember when life was so tender, |
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That dreams were kept beside your pillow. |
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Try to remember when life was so tender, |
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That love was an ember about to billow, |
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Try to remember, and if you remember, |
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Then follow ( follow ) follow . . . |
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( follow . . .deep in december it's nice to remember, |
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Although you know the snow will follow. |
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Deep in december it's nice to remember, |
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Without a hurt the heart is hollow. ) |
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Deep in december it's nice to remember, |
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The fire of september that made us mellow. |
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Deep in december our heart's should remember, |
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And follow ( follow ) follow ( follow ) follow . . . |
