paroles de chanson Autumn Leaves (Irresistible Force Trip mix) - Coldcut
                                                Autumn 
                                                leaves 
                                                fall 
                                                and 
                                                are 
                                                swept 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                sight,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                words 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                said 
                                                have 
                                                come 
                                                true.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Autumn 
                                                leaves 
                                                fall 
                                                and 
                                                are 
                                                swept 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                sight,
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                memory 
                                                of 
                                                love 
                                                that 
                                                we 
                                                knew.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wind 
                                                of 
                                                forgetfullness 
                                                blows 
                                                them
 
                                    
                                
                                                Into 
                                                the 
                                                night 
                                                of 
                                                regret.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                song 
                                                we 
                                                so 
                                                often 
                                                did 
                                                sing,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                echoing 
                                                echoing 
                                                yet.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                falling 
                                                leaves,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Drift 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                window.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                autumn 
                                                leaves 
                                                of 
                                                red 
                                                and 
                                                gold.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                your 
                                                lips,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                summer 
                                                kisses,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sunburned 
                                                hands 
                                                    I 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                hold.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Since 
                                                you 
                                                went 
                                                away,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                days 
                                                grow 
                                                long,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                soon 
                                                I'll 
                                                hear 
                                                cold 
                                                winter 
                                                song.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                miss 
                                                you 
                                                most 
                                                of 
                                                all, 
                                                my 
                                                darling,
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                autumn 
                                                leaves 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                fall.
 
                                    
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