A cowherd he feels happiness
Welcomes the Mid autumn days
He can bring the joy from his job
Enough to grace, and rest in shades
The world is happy always in autumn
The poverty is away and good feels more
To bring the joy, the autumn says
Contend yourself with what you are eligible
Contend yourself from what you gets.
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