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Old October's purt' nigh gone, / And the frosts is comin' on / Little HEAVIER every day -- / Like our hearts is thataway!
Leaves is changin' overhead / Back from green to gray and red, / Brown and yeller, with their stems / Loosenin' on the oaks and e'ms; / And the balance of the trees / Gittin' balder every breeze -- / Like the heads we're scratchin' on!