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The time has come and fall has come so pretty...
The yellow leaves are flying over the city...
I am in love with you.
Your golden hair is flying so clear in the air.
I am in love with fall, which came with rain…
It brought the morning mists…
The days are waned...
I know the wintry wind will break her gown.
I say to fall: come back, don’t let me down.
The yellow leaves are whirling in the city.
I’ve met my love too late, it is a pity.
At last we are together and forever.
I know well that better late than never.
The time has come and fall has come so pretty...
The yellow leaves as dreams adorned the city...
I am in love with you.
Your golden hair is flying as a cobweb in the air... (en) |
