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The summer sun is fading fast;
     The days are shortening now.
The fields of wheat have come and gone
     And the farmer starts to plough.

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The swallows gather one by one -
     They know this time of year -
And the holidays with sea and sun,
     Are sadly gone, I fear.

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The leaves turn gold upon the trees
      And then flutter to the ground,
And the little squirrel, hiding nuts,
       Feels glad with all he's found.

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The blackberries upon their bush,
     Still ripen in the sun,
But, as they blacken, sweet with juice,
     They're taken, one by one.

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It's back to school for girls and boys,
     With many things to learn.
We know that schooldays quickly pass
     And summer will return.

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