Well, it's a long, long time
From May to December
But the days go short when you reach September,
And the autumn weather turn the leaves to grey
And I haven't got time for the waving game
And the days travel up to a precious few
September, November and these precious days
I spent with you
These precious days I spent with you.
Writer(s): Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson
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