November
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They have all passed like rain on the mountains.
Like wind in the meadow.
The days have gone down in the west.
Behind the hills, into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
or behold the flowing years from the sea returning?
Like wind in the meadow.
The days have gone down in the west.
Behind the hills, into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
or behold the flowing years from the sea returning?
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