| It’s getting colder, I felt the change today
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| And very soon, the summer birds will fly away
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| Folks say that summer, it felt so short this year
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| They all seemed unaware, that Autumn was so near
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| I feel a sadness, I have no peace of mind
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| Unwelcome thoughts deny, looking back I find
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| Memories now, are awakened, voices sounding near
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| Calling unto me, a message I must hear
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| This summer forever is past
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| With Autumn and harvest here,
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| The seed that was sown in the ground
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| It grew and now ripe appears,
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| The fields standing white, I can see
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| Think, how many souls there must be
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| It’s time now to gather in
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| I saw an old man, heard him say to me
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| He said «young friend, I’m older now
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| (as) everyone can see
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| Now weak and feeble, my hair is turning gray
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| Life quickly passed me by, the years just slipped away
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| Yet I was young once, so full of energy
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| I gave no thought or heed, what growing old would be
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| I felt a calling, never did respond
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| Now i wish I could, if life could be prolonged»
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| This summer forever is past,
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| with autumn and harvest here,
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| The seed that was sown in the ground,
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| and now ripe appear
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| The fields standing white I can see
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| Think, how many souls there must be
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| Too weak to gather in
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| The world is waiting, waiting now for me
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| So many questions asked, will never answered be
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| So many searching, don’t know what or why
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| (They) only sense the thing, their heart could satisfy
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| I know the answer, to what they’re asking me
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| I too was searching, and now the light can see
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| It is a duty, given onto me
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| To warn them not to wait, that they could be too late
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| When harvest forever is past
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| The winter is all that’s here
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| The life that was given to me, has faded and disappeared
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| No longer the fields I can see
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| The souls they now vanish from me
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| It’s too late to gather in |