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Indian Summer
In that day
Everyone will sing,
Everyone will play in that day ;
There will be carolling.
You will make poems for your neighbor's child ;
Woods will grow wild.
In that day
Men will not pray,
Men's hearts will never know
Struggle and woe.
Lovers will be
Simple and free;
On warm fall nights, men's sweethearts will conceive.
No one will grieve,
No one grow gray;
Feet will not go