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The November fires begin to light at night

Bot just for roasting game

but for glowing heat

The leafs, gold and red,

fitter through the air

The chill of autumn's breath

comes creeping through the faire

Can we enjoy the day?

Before the sun fades away

And the ice freezes the fields

Autumn fear brings winter doom

Sayers know this winter will be a test

But we will splendor in our blissful harvest

The poor get fed for once and the rich are king to folks

Pilling stores as frost slowly gathers on our coats

Can we enjoy the day?

Before color fades away

And the creek flows no more

Autumn fear brings winter doom

The bell rings

The countryside reeks of fear

Gather your wits and heed the faint winds

Store your ales friend and fatten up the hens

We forget the howl of the wolf for a time

We forget the children we lost

The earthly brown becomes a blinding white

The long days turn to long grinding night

The hay is baled and the giant squash is prepared

The cornucopia cracks with the bounty of the feast

Elders look on with a reserved glee and grace

Knowing that soon the reverend could walk this space

Can we enjoy the day?

Before color fades away

And the creek flows no more

Autumn fear brings winter doom

The bell rings

The village gathers to hear the song