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This looks like a December day |
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This looks like a time to remember day |
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And I remember a spring, such a sweet tender thing |
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And love's summer college where the green leaves of knowledge |
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Were waiting to fall with the fall |
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And where September wine |
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Numbed a measure of time |
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Through the tears of October, now November's over |
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And this looks like a December day |
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This looks like a December day |
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It looks like we've come to the end of the way |
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And as my memories race back to love's eager beginning |
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Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending |
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The ending that won't go away |
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And as my memories race back to love's eager beginning |
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Reluctant to play with the thoughts of the ending |
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The ending that won't go away |
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And this looks like a December day |
