the falling leaves drift by the window,
the falling leaves of red and gold.
i see your lips, the summer kisses,
the sun-burned hands i used to hold.
since you went away, the days grow long,
and soon i'll hear old winter's song.
but i miss you most of all, my darling,
when autumn leaves start to fall.
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it's just now sinking in that this is my last school
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