In A Year
by Jack London
In a year, in a year, when the grapes are ripe, I shall stay no more away - Then if you still are true, my love, It will be our wedding day. In a year, in a year, when my time is past - Then I'll live in your love for aye. Then if you still are true, my love, It will be our wedding day.
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