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Autumn Voices

Slowly the colors burn:
Their glowing hearts must fall to ashen brown,
And flicker out and into shadows turn;
But then the gentle snow will flutter down,
    A soft, white sleep will fall,
    And cover all—

That long, long, quiet sleep
That falls upon all death from out the sky.
Heaven tenderly our fallen leaves will keep;
They do not die, they only seem to die.
    So pray I it may be
    With me, with me.

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