It makes me sad..., by Dina Belyayeva It makes me sad to look at you, /
Oh, what a pain, or what a sorrow! /
We’re left with willows’ copper hue /
In this September chilly morrow. / ...
It`s sad to look at you, my love..., by Alec Vagapov It's sad to look at you, my love, /
And it's so painful to remember! /
It seems, the only thing we have /
Is tint of willow in September. /
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Sad now for me to watch your face..., by Geoffrey Thurley Sad now for me to watch your face — /
So ill, so pitying: remember, /
Only the copper leaves remain /
In our love’s sad September.
Other lips b...
