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Broken leaves scatter outside. Do not patter. Do not confide how sad they snap. No matter they rise. They rise and they crack. They flutter. Collide. Was it the wind? Dipped down from the north? What is it a smile? Gripping for warmth? Oh, dark November moving today. A silent member passing this way. Rain and river streams below. Creeping shivers feed on snow. How drained the trees. How quicker the flow. Of sleep they tease. To whither they go. Was it the wind? Dipped down from the north? Was it a smile? Gripping for warmth? Oh, dark November moving today. A silent member passing this way. Warm bodies rest within. Lost in quest. In dreams of tin. How shoddy, how torn. In nests so thin. How gaudy, how worn. How happy they bring. Nights so hardy to tangle within. Sworn to touch and bless the skin. To sleep. To curl. To then begin, a season of morns new again.