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The chestnuts shine through the cloven rind,And the woodland leaves are red, my dear;
The scarlet fuchsias burn in the wind—
Funeral plumes for the Year!
2.
The Year which has brought me so much woe,That if it were not for you, my dear,
I should wish the fuchsias' fire might glow
For me as well as the Year!
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