*
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autumn has come to rest
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in her garden
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come to paint the trees with emptiness
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and no pardon
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so many things have come undone
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like the leaves on the ground
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and suddenly she begins to cry
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but she doesn't know why
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heavy are the words that fall through the air
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to burden her shoulders
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caught up in the trees
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her soliloguy,
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"don't leave me alone"
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**
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Rome now comes to sit
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in her garden
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mingling the breeze with memories
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of a time when
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there was a room in pale yellow hues
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her room with a view
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where love made a bed of happiness
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in muslin and lace
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sweet is the voice from far away
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that speaks sotto voce and
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is lingering there in the golden air
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to quiet the day.
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( * Inner Garden I, ** Inner Garden II)
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INNER GARDEN
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| King Crimson |
