Frank Sinatra - September song
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For it’s a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn t got 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
And 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
These precious days I ll spend with you