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Norah Jones - September in the rain
The leaves are brown, came tumbling down, remember
That september, in the rain
The sun went out just like a dying ember
That september, in the rain
To every word of love I've heard you whisper
All the raindrops seem to play a sweet refrain
Though spring is here, to me it's still september
That september, in the rain
The leaves are brown, came tumbling down, remember
That september, in the rain
The sun went out just like a dying ember
That september, in the rain
To every word of love I've heard you whisper
All the raindrops seem to play a sweet refrain
Though spring is here, to me it's still september
That september, in the rain
That september, in the rain
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