Notes
(When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.)
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(When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.)
1 comment on Season of Mists
horechka September 27, 2014
I was searching everywhere for this exact mood. Thank you!
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