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autumn poem

night was black and drear
my son is dead and i am going blind
i never knew the earth had so much gold
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
there by the window in the old house
sun and wind and beat of sea
the saddest of the year
a flying word from here and there
it tells of good old times
by the shore, by the sea
gone before us
the air is full of dawn and spring

 



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