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Victor Hugo - An Autumnal Simile
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The leaves that in the lonely walks were spread,
Starting from off the ground beneath the tread,
        Coursed o`er the garden-plain;
Thus, sometimes, `mid the soul`s deep sorrowings,
Our soul a moment mounts on wounded wings,
        Then, swiftly, falls again.
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