Random thoughts that obtain at the spur of the moment: -conveying recall of time gone, projecting aspirations and preferences for the future, revealing present choices and dispositions, ushering one's heart to aspects unreal.....these make up reconstructed time.
Oh, it's a long, long while From May to December But the days grow short, When you reach September. When the autumn weather Turn leaves to flame One hasn't got time For the waiting game. Oh the days dwindle down To a precious few . . . September, November . . . And these few precious days I'll spend with you. These precious days I'll spend with you. Oh the days dwindle down To a precious few . . . September, November . . . And these few precious days I'll spend with you. These precious days I'll spend with you. These precious days I'll spend with you.
Oh, it's a long, long while
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But the days grow short,
When you reach September.
When the autumn weather
Turn leaves to flame
One hasn't got time
For the waiting game.
Oh the days dwindle down
To a precious few . . .
September, November . . .
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you.
These precious days
I'll spend with you.
Oh the days dwindle down
To a precious few . . .
September, November . . .
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you.
These precious days
I'll spend with you.
These precious days
I'll spend with you.