Let me tell you, let me tell you. There are red maple leaves everywhere on the still-green grass. The oak leaves are brown and rustling. Geese are flying in the dark above, calling to each other or else simply calling out to the world:
South, south, south, south.
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Líkt og landsbyggðafólk á Íslandi þrá þær að fara suður.
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