The air is now heating ~
Birds are tweet-tweeting ~
We have a meeting ~
In the fields of May ~
The sun is life-raving ~
Corn is gold waving ~
We mis-behaving ~
All can make hay ~
The leaves are now turning ~
The fallen we're burning ~
Memories are yearning ~
For a life that was gay. ~
The light is now fading ~
And fear is pervading ~
The end we're evading ~
Now all is so grey ~
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