Poems (Schiller)/The autumn winds

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THE AUTUMN WINDS
The autumn winds are sighing Through the naked leafless trees;I hear their plaintive moaning So unlike the summer breeze.They tell of many sorrows, They whisper of the dead;They bring to memory many thoughts Of happy days now fled.[Aged 12 years.]
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