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COLD
Undressed -
The trees stand shaking
And shivering
In the Autumn wind,
Quivering every limb
So completely,
It sounds like
A room full of dancers,
Tap, tapping out of sync.
And my teeth
Are chat, chattering
In awkward unison,
As I think,
About the last time
We were here;
When it was spring,
And the same trees
Were filled
With sweeter song,
And sky
With purer blue;
But months have passed;
That song has stilled -
And so have you.
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