Here comes anew, November fall
Beneath blankets I wish to crawl,
On this shy and young, early morn
Bereft of leaves, a silent mourn
Comes with a cool and breezy wind
A blue, cloudless heaven is pinned.
Here comes anew, November fall
Out of bed, myself I must haul
When winter in pajamas brings
New year, cracking open his wings
Soaring above capacious sky,
The curtain to an end, he flies.
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