DEAD LEAVES.
I never cared for autumn in the happy days gone by,
When all the leaves came whirling down that enrtain'd out the sky;
The lady-birch might lose her charms, so woo'd in summer's prime,
And every giant arm be stripp'd that I had loved to climb.
When all the leaves came whirling down that enrtain'd out the sky;
The lady-birch might lose her charms, so woo'd in summer's prime,
And every giant arm be stripp'd that I had loved to climb.
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