Autumn
Laden Autumn here I standWorn of heart, and weak of hand:Nought but rest seems good to me,Speak the word that sets me free.
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Laden Autumn here I standWorn of heart, and weak of hand:Nought but rest seems good to me,Speak the word that sets me free.
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