October Lament
There is nothing pleasant in it
At halfway to winter's cold bit;
Summer's going I'm still mourning,
Oh Lord You gave me no warning!
October sure gave me a twist
When he died in its golden midst
In-between dusk and the morning,
Oh Lord You gave me no warning!
The Fates having woven weave on
As my life continues to run,
Destiny they are adorning,
Oh Lord please give me a warning!
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