It's a November wistful fell
It's autumn rules in field and groves
Red falling leaves are sweety smell
And soaring down sadly moves
It is a rain that listless swishes
Behind that black impending clouds
He will forgive unwitting wishes
Don't stopping falling on the ground
It sing to us his rueful song
And lull to sleep by rustling leaves
This melancholy won't be long
The autumn sing and whilrs and weeps
2.11.2020
It s a November wistful fell
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