Turning now she caught his eye
For all he knows he
These silent words of conversation
Hold me now this adulation
Oh, see
God knows how I adore life
When the wind turns on
Time rolls as days go by
And now I've figured that
Oh, Rustin Man
I can't deny this is you again
Little I
Autumn leaves
Beauty's got a hold on me
Autumn leaves
Pretty as can
Time is but a memory
The bitter note unsung running
Trying to
How can I forget your tender smile
Moments that I have
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