Anita O'Day
Early Autumn
When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breezeand touches with her hand the summer trees,perhaps you'll understand what memories I own.There's a dance pavilion in the rain all shuttered down,a winding country lane all russet brown,a frosty window pane shows me a town grown lonely.That spring of ours that started so April-hearted,seemed made for just a boy and girl.I never dreamed, did you, any fall would come in viewso early, early.Darling if you care, please, let me know,I'll meet you anywhere, I miss you so.Let's never have to share another early autumn.
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