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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."
Soon as the leaves
Heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering,
One and all;
Over the meadows
They danced and flew,
Singing the soft
Little songs they knew.
Dancing and flying
The little leaves went;
Winter had called them
And they were content -
Soon fast asleep
In their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle
Over their heads.
- George Cooper

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