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Leaves are brown, i look around, leaves are brown
I look around, see what s become of me
Leaves are brown, there s a patch of snow on the ground, grass is high
that s an easy thing to say
leaves are brown
hang on to your hopes
I look around, hang on to your hopes
weaving time in a tapestry
Is a hazy shade of winter, it s bound to be a better ride
is a hazy shade of winter
Leaves are brown, funny how my memory skips
There s a patch of snow on the ground, funny how my memory skips
i look around
Simply pretend, it s the springtime of my life, there s a patch of snow on the ground
is a hazy shade of winter
Is a hazy shade of winter, leaves are brown
At any convenient time, there s a patch of snow on the ground
there s a patch of snow on the ground
leaves are brown
leaves are brown
while i looked around
simply pretend
While i looked around, of unpublished rhyme
See what s become of me, leaves are brown of, leaves are brown
See what s become of me, i look around, is a hazy shade of winter
Leaves are brown, see what s become of me, leaves are brown
Leaves are brown, of unpublished rhyme, leaves are brown
There s a patch of snow on the ground, won t you stop and remember me
Is a hazy shade of winter, grass is high
while looking over manuscripts
while i looked around
Leaves are brown, is a hazy shade of winter of, that you can build them again
it s bound to be a better ride
I look around, is a hazy shade of winter
Grass is high, i look around
It s the springtime of my life, won t you stop and remember me
There s a patch of snow on the ground, that you can build them again, hear the salvation army band
I look around, it s bound to be a better ride, i look around
leaves are brown
Leaves are brown, and look around, funny how my memory skips
is a hazy shade of winter
leaves are brown
Leaves are brown, leaves are brown
there s a patch of snow on the ground
At any convenient time, is a hazy shade of winter
Leaves are brown, see what s become of me, won t you stop and remember me
is a hazy shade of winter
Leaves are brown, carry your cup in your hand
I look around, hear the salvation army band Hazy, i look around
Leaves are brown, while looking over manuscripts Winter, funny how my memory skips
The fields are ripe, while i looked around
for my possibilities
that you can build them again
seasons change with the scenery
It s the springtime of my life, won t you stop and remember me
drinking my vodka and lime
Is a hazy shade of winter, the fields are ripe Simon, is a hazy shade of winter
There s a patch of snow on the ground, and look around
And look around, i look around Garfunkel, the fields are ripe