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The Third Harvest
Bells ringing,
Chorus singing.
Things are changing.
Light is turning to dark.
Leaves are falling,
Destiny�s calling.
The new year is coming.
Nights are getting colder.
Spirits are getting bolder.
Things are dying,
Only to be born again.
Harvests are ending.
Winter�s coming,
It�s coming.
Fall is here.
It�s coming.
It�s here!
It�s Samhain |
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