Текст (слова) песни: Frank Sinatra - September Song
Writer(s): Anderson/Weill Oh, it`s a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When 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
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