paroles de chanson September Song - Matt Monro
But
it's
a
long,
long,
while
from
May
to
December;
And
the
days
grow
short,
When
you
reach
September.
And
the
Autumn
weather,
Turns
the
leaves
to
flame;
And
I
haven't
got
time
for
the
waiting
game.
For
the
days
dwindle
down
to
a
precious
few:
September!
November!
And
these
few
precious
days,
I'd
spend
with
you;
These
golden
days
I'd
spend
with
you!
For
the
days
dwindle
down
to
a
precious
few:
September!
November!
And
these
few
precious
days,
I'll
spend
with
you;
These
golden
days
I
spend
with
you!
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