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Robert Laurence Binyon - First Day Of WinterRobert Laurence Binyon - First Day Of Winter
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Like the bloom on a grape is the evening air And a first faint frost the wind has bound. Yet the fear of his breath avails to scare The withered leaves on the cold ground. For they huddle and whisper in phantom throngs, I hear them beneath the branches bare: We danced with the Wind, we sang his songs; Now he pursues us, we know not where.
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