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The name—of it—is "Autumn"
The hue—of it—is Blood
An Artery—upon the Hill
A Vein—along the Road
Great Globules—in the Alleys
And Oh, the Shower of Stain
When Winds—upset the Basin
And spill the Scarlet Rain
It sprinkles Bonnets—far below
It gathers ruddy Pools
Then—eddies like a Rose—away
Upon Vermilion Wheels
The name—of it—is "Autumn"
The hue—of it—is Blood
An Artery—upon the Hill
A Vein—along the Road
Great Globules—in the Alleys
And Oh, the Shower of Stain
When Winds—upset the Basin
And spill the Scarlet Rain
It sprinkles Bonnets—far below
It gathers ruddy Pools
Then—eddies like a Rose—away
Upon Vermilion Wheels
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