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red leaves
down south you forget the ripening leaves
and chilly mornings of bright october
no matter for redly a dying time grieves
sunlight on water fair smiling deceives
at dawn the frost shone hard on grass and clover
down south you forget the ripening leaves
yet clock there remains the swiftest of thieves
treating the same way both stayer and rover
no matter for redly a dying time grieves
telling each young one that what he believes
is false never true and patience is over
down south you forget the ripening leaves
slowly to slaughter we marched off the beeves
a suitable task for the youthful drrover
no matter how redly a dying time grieves
the adult must measure how much he achieves
in calm acquiescence knowingly sober
down south you forget the ripening leaves
no matter how redly a dying time grieves