Autumns' Sun in golden haze,
Shines out on shorter days,
Lengthened shadow colors all,
As cattle's gathered in their stall.
The harvester brings in his bounty,
Of wheat that he planted in the spring.
Now, soon there will be a rest for me,
When all the toils been done,
Amidst the sound of mourners mourning,
Just beyond the reach of Autumns' Sun.
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