| Pick the apples from the laden trees
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| In the heart of Macha’s realm
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| In verdant hues of red and green
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| An autumnal color scheme
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| The leaves are fading day by day
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| Store the harvest, safe away
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| The land, divine, has blessed us, her bounty stored away
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| As the nights begin to lengthen, and the light in fades to grey
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| Gusting winds that bring the rain, the leaves they spiral down
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| The moisture sinking deeper, softening the ground
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| The sun sinks toward the hillside
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| Bathing the mountains in blood
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| Rites performed at sundown
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| By the light of the harvest moon
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| Summer has slowly passed away
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| The rising dark soon holds sway
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| Prepare yourself for winter
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| The frost a warning sign
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| Twilight of the solar year
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| Winter visions, drenched in fear
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| Ériú's wheel turns round and round
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| Blazing sun through frozen ground
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| Reap, reap, what we have sown
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| Now we reap what we have sown
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| Reap, reap, what we have sown
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| Dreams achieved, fully grown
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| Ériú's wheel |