Harvest time
Eve Forestleaf
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The sweet, ochre summer's sunset's here With the smell of honey and golden pear With algae blooms in the slumbering lakes And gliding ducks with their malachite drakes A maiden is combing her golden hair I'm breathing in the mellow august air And feeling calm in my mind I know now that the world is kind Cool breeze is tickling my, my hands And streaking to far-faraway lands Cool breeze is tickling my, my hands And streaking to far-faraway lands The quaking aspen is shedding tears The old mighty oak is wiggling in grief Burgundy birches are dancing khorovod Summer is playing its last bright chord Cool breeze is tickling my, my hands And streaking to far-faraway lands Cool breeze is tickling my, my hands And streaking to far-faraway lands
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