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autumn poem

let me be sad
the old songs
long ago, in the young moonlight
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
all quiet along the potomac
the saddest of the year
a little peach in the orchard grew
the dawn was apple-green
sun stepped down from his golden throne
gone are the three, those sisters rare
up to her chamber window

 



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