When the reddish, brown leaves of Autumn fall,
Beckoning the northwest wind to call,
Though my thoughts of you are straying far
From the remote village where you are,
Behold! I see your beauty in each heavenly star.
When the peering sun awakens the dawn,
And the crisp and frosty night is gone,
Though I wander many miles apart
Where the shadows of loneliness stir and start,
Still! Thoughts of your genuine love are in my heart.
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