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LEAVES.
Red leaves! dead leaves! that from the forest-trees,Cradled in air a moment, fall and die,
Or float upon the surface of a brook,—
O Songs of mine! what are ye more than these?
What are ye more than Autumn leaves that lie
Gathered and pressed together in a book?
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