When
The
Beeches
Cried
When
The
Wind
Swept
The
Sad
And sere
Leaves
When
The
Frost
Became
Deep
And
Thick
And
Yet
No
Snows
Fell
Then
The
Nightingales
Whispered
Together
That in
That
Night
They
Would
Not
Sing
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