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High aspen’s burning like the hay

With autumn flame of foliage,

Lit with a candle of the name day

My love, and rumor’s knowledge.

It flares so young and bright,

Cause couldn’t flare so bright in spring,

These autumn gifts of fate

I accept.

                   And my voice rings,

With sadness and passion

                  Mixed up,

It sounds so clear and light.

And autumn does not bother me,

When we are together in flight.