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1140 The Day grew small, surrounded tight By early, stooping Night— The Afternoon in Evening deep Its Yellow shortness dropt— The Winds went out their martial ways The Leaves obtained excuse— November hung his Granite Hat Upon a nail of Plush— Edited by Peter Carter
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