Graveyard of the Leaves
Beneath each slender limb and bough
Are beds of russet silken cloths
Discarded leaflets from their home
Like orphans left to die alone
As rumors spread by autumn wind
She'll gather up each orphan, gold
No headstone for the bold and rust
Cold ash to ash... will turn to dust
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