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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