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Sinatra Frank September Song

short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September

You court them in song and rhyme They answer with words and a clover ring But if you could examine the goods they bring They have little to offer but the songs

You court them in song and rhyme They answer with words and a clover ring But if you could examine the goods they bring They have little to offer but the songs