the autumn leaves
drift by my window
the falling leaves 
of red and gold
the autumn wind
the summer kisses
the sun-burned hand 
i used to hold
since you went away
the days grow long
and soon i'll hear
old winter's song
but i'll miss you most of all
my darling 
when autumn leaves 
start to fall
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summer
you old indian summer 
your the tear [bad word] after
June-times-laughter
you see so many dreams
that [bad word] [bad word] 
dreams we fashioned 
when summertime was new
you are here to watch over
a heart that is broken
by a word that somebody
left unspoken
you're the ghost of a romance in June
going astray
fading too soon
that's why i say
farewell to you, indian summer