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IN THE FALL OF THE YEAR.
De leaves is sorter turnin'
On de sycamo' trees; Dar's a quar kind er feelin'
In de cool mawnin' breeze; De worl' is lookin' dreamy,
An' somehow it 'pear Dat de sunbeams is sifted,
In de fall of de year.
Hit seem as ef dey's shinin'
In a shimmer sort er way, Dat could sing er song er sorrow,
To'des de eendin' o' de day, Wid music lak de dove make,
When settin' dar in fear She gwine to lose her true-love,
In de fall of de year.
You mighty glad you livin', An' you takes er heap er res';
De worl' is kind an' gentle, An' you looks to'des de wes', |
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