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"Spacious Skies"

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

'Fall, Leaves, fall' by Emily Jane Bronte`

'Fall, leaves, fall'

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf sparks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

By Emily Jane Bronte

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