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“The falling leaves drift by my window. The autumn leaves of red and gold. I see your lips, the summer kisses, those 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 fall.” Lyrics by Johnny Mercer.