Fall, Leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
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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.
-:-Emily Bronte-:-
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