The Fall of the Leaves
Down they come by millions,
Pied and aspen things,
Dancing airy cotillions,
" Drifting on wind-swept wings.
With a music delicate yet clear,
Thick they fall, in their painted cheer,
Down alleys old of the outworn year.
Pied and aspen things,
Dancing airy cotillions,
" Drifting on wind-swept wings.
With a music delicate yet clear,
Thick they fall, in their painted cheer,
Down alleys old of the outworn year.
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