Oh, its 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.And the days dwindle down to a precious few... September... November. And these few precious days I'll spend with you.These golden days, I'll spend with you. And these few precious days I´ll spend with you. Not January, February...June or July...September.
( Lyrics : September Song ( Kurt Weill- Maxwell Anderson ), Sarah Vaughn ).
2 comments:
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RING OUT THE BELLS AGAIN
LIKE WE DID WHEN SPRING BEGAN
WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS
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Un 30 de setembre algú em va descobrir aquesta cançó.I moltes altres, cada mes, però d´aquesta ahir va fer un any.
Un any i tres dies, ja.
Que per molts Setembres, també.
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