So strong doth blow
November's wind
From trees
Their leaves
At summers end
Free leaves
That then a’dancing go
Along the lane
Like autumn snow
A’dancing
Bouncing
Off the ground
Such haste
These leaves
All crispy brown
Announce their passing
By their sound
A'dancing
Flying
All around
If autumn has a sound at all
Then dancing leaves
It will recall
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