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Herfskoue wat met die lied
se ysig’ kloue aan my hart
kom vat, Pieter Pieterse se
liefdeslied, Bly jy by my,
beminde teer, dan blom in
my die somerbloeisels weer
In my land van die eike en
heldergroen lower waar elke
môre met sonnegoudtower van
die gouestroopson wat met
suiwer-strelende glans
my siel bekoor
Die goue son wat elke môre
nuwe hoop bring, ‘n heugelike
tyding, bron van hartsverblyding!
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