Julie London - November Twilight

<!-- Page Code:SnVsaWUgTG9uZG9uiC0gTm92ZW1iZXigVHdpbGlnaHQg --> the branches of the trees are bare the smell of burning leaves is in the air november twilight steals across my heart at five o'clock the streets are dark across the empty bandstand in the park november twilight softly falls again so still that you could hear a voice if one were calling so quiet that
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