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O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe;
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
...Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.
- William Blake, To Autumn, 1783
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Very appropriate Zinnia. A lovely poem.
Lovely. It brings beautiful images to mind. Here, some music about autumn's falling leaves....
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