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September Jazz
It's time to farewell with pretty Summer
The days grow short in golden slumber.
The air is bright and in the streets
September leaves swing gently from the trees.

I'm walking down the avenue of Dreams,
I hear the song September sings,
The crystal sky reflecting in my eyes
And shows the truth with there's no lies.

My heart is deep in love & blue,
Nobody but September knows the true.
My silent friend, come take me to the Autumn stars
And sing with me the same September Jazz...
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