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Autumn's Wither
Northern Winds hasten Autumn's wither Cold shadows veil her mantle of blight, Their subtle dance whispers a hither Allures to swallow unwary light. Hark, the winds beat louder still In fury cripple Autumn's hold, Swirling darkness casts angry mill Unleashes Winter's heartless cold. Relentless gale bares a ghostly face Calls forth a tempest of lengthy might, Conceals the last of Autumn's grace Beneath a flowing gown of tranquil white.
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