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The Falling of the Leaves
| Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, | | And over the mice in the barley sheaves; | | Yellow the leaves
of the rowan above us, | | And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves. | | | | | | The hour of the waning of love has
beset us, | | And weary and worn are our sad souls now; | | Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us, | | With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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