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autumn poetry

when freedom from her mountain height
she said
he's gone
made up of loveliness alone
world that changes under my hand
wheel me down by the meadow
at dawn, he said
roses and gold
which i wish to remark
the meadow was creeping
there are three ways in which men take
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
it tells of good old times

 



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