Lovelace
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the fleeting, tepid embrace of the cool autumn air
a warning of the winter to come
for it will lay a blanket of frigid quietness
falling, falling, even the trees shiver mutely
billowing white hills of silence
will not say a word
a warning of the winter to come
for it will lay a blanket of frigid quietness
falling, falling, even the trees shiver mutely
billowing white hills of silence
will not say a word
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