Leaves, leaves green yellow and brown
some on trees some on the ground
Pages of different ages, a different time another clime
In piles some decay are burned or blow away
Leaf's parts containing life, some of peace some of strife
Talking leaves on a critic's breeze
some dead, some alive
ghost words, once read, parish but some survive
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