Spring has known many a lover's words,
Their vows, their promises, have gone unabated
Their love decayed, once their yearning had been sated
Taking their flowers, their bees and birds
My dear Autumn would rather lay to rest
The Summer'd symbols of forgotten jest
For Autumn, has a differed manner
She handles no flowers, only these ashened leaves
She cares for no birds, who fled as the Summer grieves
Nor would she want them in her banner.
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