It’s a wealthy time
We are now rich
Plenty to harvest
To be showered in gold
Through wheat and grain
Apples nuts and sweet berries
Time to gather
Time to store
Time to honour the god of corn
Harvest moon
Month of vine
Once again
Celebration time
Season of mists
And mellow moods
Hunting gathering
In darkening woods
We are rich
We have gold
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