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WHEN THE LEAVES TURN BROW.
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Twist your chaplets in young June,
Maidens,—they will fade full soon;
Twine ripe roses, July-red,
Lovers, for the dear one's head;—
I will weave my richer crown
When the leaves are turning brown!