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The trees are in their autumn beauty, / The woodland paths are dry,
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All suddenly mount / And scatter wheeling in great broken rings / Upon their clamorous wings.
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I have looked upon these brilliant creatures, / And now my heart is sore,
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Their hearts have not grown old;
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when I awake some day / To find they have flown away?