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THE REFVSE
A leaf
has fallen; all Summer
It danced in delight to see
The vision of its green beauty
In the deep pool under the tree.
Now the river bears it rolling,
Rolling on to the sea.
It danced in delight to see
The vision of its green beauty
In the deep pool under the tree.
Now the river bears it rolling,
Rolling on to the sea.
A life is ended; a woman,
Who once was fair to see,
Has chosen the death of the river.
Is the leaf more missed, or she?
And the river is rolling, rolling,
Rolling on to the sea.
Who once was fair to see,
Has chosen the death of the river.
Is the leaf more missed, or she?
And the river is rolling, rolling,
Rolling on to the sea.
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