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Come Rare September by M.A.Meddings
There is no season quite so rare as mellow FallFor this heart within me celebrates it all
And September will be so beautiful this year
In Rievers land as the Lammas salmon run
Where romantic ballads in Autumn prove
There is no season quite so rare as mellow Fall
Then I bewitched in heart come unto thee
As my soul awaits your tender love before
And September will be so beautiful this year
Soft the dawns and long be still the linnets song
The leisured walks we will take in Castle Lee
There is no season quite so rare as mellow Fall
In the steps of Burns we prove the love we see
In the late afternoon of the harvest home
And September will be so beautiful this year
And hand linked hands the gentle love doth flow
Soft and true in a gloried ancestral trail
There is no season quite so rare as mellow Fall
And September will be so beautiful this year
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2007-06-17 at 10:47
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