Letras de September of My Years

Bob Dylan

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One day, you turn around and it′s summer
Next day, you turn around and it's fall
And the springs and the winters of a lifetime
Whatever happened to them all?

As a man who has always had the wandering ways
Now I′m reaching back for yesterdays
'Til a long-forgotten love appears
And I find that I'm sighing softly as I near
September, the warm September of my years

As a man who has never paused at wishing wells
Now I′m watching children′s carousels
And their laughter's music to my ears
And I find that I′m smiling gently as I near
September, the warm September of my years

The golden warm September of my years

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