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And in the long day's waning
 The skies grew rose and amber,
And palest green and gold,
 With a moon's white flame:
And if came wind and raining.
 Gray hours I don't remember;
Nor how the warm year waxed cold,
 And deathly Autumn came.

Only of that young time
 The bright things I remember;
How orchard boughs were laden red,
 And blackberries so brave
Came ere the frost and rime—
 The dreary dark November,
With dripping black boughs overhead,
 And dead leaves on a grave.

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