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The 1st of November (It was the day)
It was the day for leaves to fall
And leave the trees, alone and bare,
To watch them slide to ground and roll
In disappointment and despair.
It was the day the birds were dumb
And crumbs of rain have filled the space
With ticks of time that always come
To stress the flow of autumn days.
It was the day the sky was old
And stuffed with dust of empty grey.
The sun was meaningless and cold.
November came, it was the day.
