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boys and girls will see in timethat they were wrong to gofires don't burn at home, like theyused to burn, those nightsgrew so longthe scattering(all the children say)will come again(it's taken them away)no seeds to fall(all the children say)no sons to blameas one by one they left hometired old menspin tales of whena man could workand hold his head up highghosts roam this townwith pockets full of rye they'd all fall downbut soon their jars all ran drythe scattering(all the children say)will come again(it's taken them away)no seeds to fall(all the children say)no sons to blameas one by one they left homethe scattering(all the children say)has come again(it's taken them away)no seeds to fall(all the children say)like better daysthe scattering(all the children say)has come again(it's taken them away)but if skies could fall(all the children say)with harvest rainthen one by one...they'll come home