Fox Footprints/Autumn
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Autumn
Over the golden well
Yellow are the elm trees,
Autumn is on the land
There is no breeze.
Forgetful of the dawn
And buzzing noon,
The russet cocks
Crow to the moon.
Yellow are the elm trees,
Autumn is on the land
There is no breeze.
Forgetful of the dawn
And buzzing noon,
The russet cocks
Crow to the moon.