Eva Cassidy (2 февраля 1963 2 ноября 1996) The falling leaves drift by my window The falling leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned 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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