Between Autumn and Winter's breeze
Naked 'till Spring the forest trees
Brittle and dry the fallen leaves
Russet on the ground
Stately and gray, majestic these
Kings without crowns.
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Between Autumn and Winter's breeze brilliantly you talk about spring trees. Majestic Kings without crowns sing and dance in natural appearance. A great imagery is drawn here is excellent...10