Softly falls the autumn leaf,
Then silently it lies with a sigh of relief;
On the stone of the Cenotaph it rests now, quite still,
As with the beauty of Elgar the air it does fill.
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Winding lanes my footsteps trace,
Now covered in the leaves’ elaborate lace,
The giant, blazing trees, restlessly sway
Ov’ where their conkers and acorns lay.
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