I will lay me down and fall
asleep.
drifting leaves will cover me
I will lay behind this wall
to weep.
heavy stones will shield me.
I will lay here in your thrall
and deep
your wings will shadow o'er me
oh autumn,
what a crimson-falling wall you are,
a quiet, witching thing
the apples and chrysanthemums are causing me to sing!
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