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THE YELLOWING WOOD.

THE YELLOWING WOOD. 560.1 Now with the stealthy touch of Autumn's frend. When all the harvest gold is gathered in, The quiet woods begin To burn as with a magte flame of red, The fail ripe berry glistens in the brake, The acorn drops among…

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