September Song.

The Walter Huston classic:

But it’s a long, long while from May to December,
And the days grow short when you reach September.
The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame,
And I haven’t got the time for the waiting game.

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few;
September, November. . . .
And these few precious days I’ll spend with you,
These precious days I’ll spend with you

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