781. Come, October, make us whole.
Of Septembers past I've complained but small
Some bad, most good, oft middlin' be.
But this one ending here today
I'll say "be gone, be gone" from me.
Come, October, come quite soon
Come, October, soothe our soul.
Come, October, be welcome moon
Come, October, make us whole.
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