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Leaves
ONE, two, and three,
Dead leaves drift from a tree.
Dead leaves drift from a tree.
Yesterday they loved
Wind and rain, the brush
Of wings
Soft and clean, that moved
Through them beyond the crush
Of things.
Yesterday they loved.
Wind and rain, the brush
Of wings
Soft and clean, that moved
Through them beyond the crush
Of things.
Yesterday they loved.
Yesterday they sang
Silver symphonies,
Raised high
Holy chants that rang
Leaf-wise through their trees;
As I,
Yesterday they sang.
Silver symphonies,
Raised high
Holy chants that rang
Leaf-wise through their trees;
As I,
Yesterday they sang.
Unremembered now,
They will soon lie warm
With snow;
They could grace a bough
Once, and love and charm,
They will soon lie warm
With snow;
They could grace a bough
Once, and love and charm,
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