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Eva Cassidy Autumn Leaves

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
Old winter’s song

But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to