Maples in the Fall
The maple-trees are turning —
Their flames leap ever higher;
All day my heart is burning
In the rose-colored fire.
Like ashes, grey and tarnished,
My sins are sifting down:
I'll have a heart fire-burnished
To carry back to town!
Their flames leap ever higher;
All day my heart is burning
In the rose-colored fire.
Like ashes, grey and tarnished,
My sins are sifting down:
I'll have a heart fire-burnished
To carry back to town!
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