Life lately
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days. --John Burroughs
“Come, little leaves” said the wind one day,
“Come over the meadows with me, and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold;
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold.”
--lyrics by George Cooper
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“Come, little leaves” said the wind one day,
“Come over the meadows with me, and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold;
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold.”
--lyrics by George Cooper
( Read more... )
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