Gusty waves of wind doth blow
Through em-browned lands of days to go
Carrying leaves' yellowed state
That shows some breath in them remain
And there at height some new born charms
Carols of life they enchant
Higher above a raven fly
In the seas of the sky
Touching the joyous peaks of child
Running along the river's side.
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