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Charles Dickens - George Edmunds` Song
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            Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
            Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
            How like the hopes of childhood`s day,
            Thick clust`ring on the bough!
            How like those hopes in their decay—
            How faded are they now!
            Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
            Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
             
            Wither`d leaves, wither`d leaves, that fly before the gale:
            Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
            Of love once true, and friends once kind,
            And happy moments fled:
            Dispersed by every breath of wind,
            Forgotten, changed, or dead!
            Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
            Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
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