the golden leaves not all fallen down
the golden leaves of the beautiful sun
it's a beautiful day beautiful you see
it's beautiful day made for you and me
don't open your scrapbooks there's nothing inside
instead leaf me through I promise not to hide
anything from you or from myself
if I break a promise leave me on a shelf
for I could not ever be deceived
and I cannot loose what I never had
and I cannot give what I never received
this time I will let myself be led
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