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65
SEPTEMBER
As
a fair maid grown
To a mother fair,
When years have flown,
Takes back unware
Some touch or tone
Of her maiden air;
To a mother fair,
When years have flown,
Takes back unware
Some touch or tone
Of her maiden air;
So doth the year,
When the summer wood
Shows one leaf sere,
Doff matron-hood,
And awhile appear
In her April mood.
When the summer wood
Shows one leaf sere,
Doff matron-hood,
And awhile appear
In her April mood.
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