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Autumn in |
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New YorkWhy does it seem so inviting |
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Autumn in |
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New YorkIt spells the thrill of first-nighting |
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Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds |
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In canyons of steel |
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They're making me feel, |
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I'm homeIt's autumn in |
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New YorkThat brings the promise of new love |
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Autumn in |
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New YorkIs often mingled with pain |
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Dreamers with empty hands |
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May sigh for exotic lands |
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It's autumn in |
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New YorkIt's good to live it again |
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Autumn in |
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New YorkThe gleaming rooftops at sundown |
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Oh, autumn in |
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New YorkIt lifts you up when you run down |
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Yes, jaded rous and gay divorces |
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Who lunch at the |
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RitzWill tell you that it's divine |
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This autumn in |
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New YorkTransforms the slums into |
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MayfairOh, autumn in |
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New YorkYou'll need no castles in |
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SpainYes, lovers that bless the dark |
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Oh, on the benches in |
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Central Park |
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Greet autumn in |
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New YorkIt's good to live it again |
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Autumn in |
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New YorkThat brings the promise of new love |
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Autumn in |
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New YorkIs often mingled with pain |
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Dreamers with empty hands |
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They sigh for exotic lands |
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It's autumn in |
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New YorkIt's good to live it again |
