From what could be seen; through an autumnal glow, A beautiful crimson silhouette, from the shadows cast by the sun. After the warmth of the summer that slowly fizzled away, From the green fields of the English countryside Only to be clung on in the midst of September, During an 'Indian Summer,' and our love never fades. True love found in a bountiful yield, that adorns hedgerows Born
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