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Autumn has come to rest |
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In her garden |
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Come to paint the trees with emptiness |
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And no pardon |
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So many things have come undone |
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Like the leaves on the ground |
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And suddenly she begins to cry |
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But she doesn't know why |
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Heavy are the words that fall through the air |
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To burden her shoulders |
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Caught up in the trees |
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Her soliloguy |
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Don't leave me alone |
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Rome now comes to sit |
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In her garden |
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Mingling the breeze with memories |
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Of a time when |
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There was a room in pale yellow hues |
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Her room with a view |
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Where love made a bed of happiness |
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In muslin and lace |
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Sweet is the voice from far away |
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That speaks sotto voce and |
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Is lingering there in the golden air |
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To quiet the day |
