Oh, beautiful day
of November,
you give, and you play
in light everywhere.
Each day and night
into winter's dark,
In stars shine bright
you glow and spark.
Though winter's cold
in frost and snow,
dreams do enfold
as times in dark go.
In the hours deep
that now go around,
summer will sleep
‘till spring's again found.
Oh, beautiful day
of November,
in your shadiness gray
and darkness ember.
You give and awake
pleasures within,
when beauty you make
in dim winter spin.
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