For when the earth prepares to sleep,There are promises we wish to keep.Oh, to be born as autumn dies—With morning dew within our eyes.
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The amber light begins to lean,And woodsmoke drifts where leaves have been.The air is thick with "once before"—A scent that knocks at every door. For when the earth prepares to sleep,There are