It’s cooler air with fog and rain
The hot days are left for now
And mud again upon the lane
Grass so wet for grazing cow
Fog is creeping from the sea
White and thick and cold
My joints ache, bones achy
And I am feeling rather old
My love is gone to another land
And in the armchair I recline
Think of our night, hand in hand
Jupiter and Venus make a sign
And later on, she will come back
We’ll walk again the woodland track
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