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Poem	With long sobs the violin-throbs of autumn wound my heart with languorous and montonous sound. Choking and pale When i mind the tale the hours keep, my memory strays down other days and I weep; and I let me go where ill winds blow now here, now there, harried and sped, even as a dead leaf, anywhere.
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