September

O sweet September,
Your gold and amber
Are to remember
In a wooden frame.

Goodbye forever,
Becoming clever
I know I never
Will be the same... 

O sweet September,
Your gold and amber
Are to remember
In a wooden frame.

Leaves red and yellow...
Goodbye, my fellow,
You also never
Will be the same!


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