O I gaze out at autumn's rusted empire
And see all the leaves, that have been condemned;
Scattered around, like soldiers turning red!
I see shadows flay summer's fading fires.
O I note that old words take on new meanings,
In the cut-throat changing of the seasons!
I' m aware that the heart has its reasons.
In doomed autumn, sad are the songs I sing.
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