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Sun of autumn, thin and shy And fruit drops off the trees, Blue silence fills the peace Of a tardy afternoon’s sky. Death knells forged of metal, And a white beast hits the mire. Brown lasses uncouth choir Dies in leaves’ drifting prattle. Brow of God dreams of hues, Senses [...] |
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