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Am D7 F I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song, F F F I'm twenty-two now, but I won't be for long, D7 Time hurries on, F F F Am7 D7 F And the leaves that are green turn to brown. Em And they wither with the wind, Am7 And they crumble in your hand. F Am D7 F Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl, F F F I held her close, but she faded in the night, D7 Like a poem I meant to write, F F F Am7 D7 F And the leaves that are green turn to brown, Em And they wither with the wind, Am7 And they crumble in your hand. F Am D7 F I threw a pebble in a brook, F F F And watched the ripples run away, F D7 And they never made a sound, F F F Am7 D7 F And the leaves that are green turned to brown, Em And they wither with the wind, Am7 And they crumble in your hand. F Am D7 F Hello, hello, hello, hello, F F F F Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, F D7 That's all there is, F F F Am7 D7 F And the leaves that are green turned to brown.