Will find the proper words

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It was an autumn when we met
And drizzling rain; my coat was wet
I gave you smile, you gave me nothing
It was all right

Your eyes were brighter than the sky
You took my heart and drunk it dry
Behind a dream there was your face
For all the night

Today I meet you once again
It's summer now; no sign of rain
But in my soul it never stops
And I do nothing

Should I look deep into your eyes?
And say that coffee will be nice?
But now another autumn borns
And I can find the proper words.