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Maybe September
I'll love again
Maybe a rainbow
Will catch me then
This little boy lost
Will find his way once more
Just like before
When lips were tender
The shade of a willow
Where love was born
A face on a pillow
In early morn
I still see that golden world
In all it's splendor
Maybe September
Love will come again
A taller tree, a sweeter log
A bluer morning sky above
And maybe come September
I'll share these wonders
With my love
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