when the smile astounds
the truth proclaims itself
miles together the crowd
stones on which they step
a coin to the feast
my work preludes me
the maximum of the thought
a signature at the last
for it is my own book
or a currency note
I gathered through the autumn
I am only a leaf, masterpiece
the very aim of mankind
a women's who weeps about
it surely spreads a smile
for a entirely new purpose.
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I gathered through the autumn I am only a leaf, masterpiece the very aim of mankind a women's who weeps about, , , nice lines, , , well done