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Variations: III
by: Conrad Aiken (1889-1973)
Wind in the sunlit
trees
, and the red leaves fall:
Shadows of leaves on the sunlit wall.
Wind in the turning tops of the trees ...
I am reminded, seeing these,
Of an afternoon, and you
Making the trees more scarlet, the sky more blue.
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