Jack London



                   In a Year


                   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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