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Falling Leaves.

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There was a sound of music low--         An undertone of laughter;     The song was done, and can't you guess         The words that followed after?     Like autumn leaves sometimes they fall--         The words that burn and falter;     And is it true they too must fade         Upon Love's sacred alter?     From memory each one of us         Can cull some sweetest treasure;     Yet golden days, like golden leaves,         Give pain as well as pleasure.     There was a sound of music low--         An undertone of laughter:     The sun was gone--yet heaven knew         The stars that followed after.

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