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The falling leaves drift by the windowThe autumn leaves of red and goldI see your lips the summer kissesThe sun burned hands I used to holdSince you went away the days grow longAnd soon I'll hear old winter's songBut I miss you most of all my darlingWhen . . . 阅读详情

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips The summer kisses The sun burned 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 darlin . . . 阅读详情