Fall ...   Now the leaves are falling now the nights grow long now the winds are stronger summer's sung its song So hurry my darling let's hurry make love while we have still the gift from above   All the flowers are now gone now the birds have moved and the roses are no more blossoms are removed So hurry my darling let's hurry make love while we have still the gift from above   Now the rains are falling the winds are getting cold soon white snow starts coming soon we all get old So hurry my darling let's hurry make love while we have still the gift from above

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