It is late October,
The wind blows hard,
The Autumn leaves,
They cover my yard.
O, October,
Where have you gone?
You came so quickly,
You flew by,
Quick as a wink,
A blink, and a yawn.
October, late October,
Your days grow cold,
Frost on the pumpkins,
More grey hair,
As I grow old.
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