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67
NOVEMBER
A time
there is for laughter;
This is the time for tears,
To look before and after,
And number the flying years.
This is the time for tears,
To look before and after,
And number the flying years.
When the low red sun sets early,
And the fog hangs heavy and white,
And at noon the meads are pearly
With the undried tears of the night.
And the fog hangs heavy and white,
And at noon the meads are pearly
With the undried tears of the night.
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