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It’s a gray November;
The leaves have all turned brown,
And all the birds of summer
Are packing up to leave town.
Drizzly gray November,
The year is winding down,
And in the sky the sun pales like an ember…
And so it goes –
The year draws to a close
Another year’s beginning.
And so it goes –
It won’t be long now, I suppose
‘Til I must sing my own November song.