sheer poetry

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    I feel the autumn breeze
    It steals 'cross my pillow
    As soft as a will-o'-the-wisp
    And in it's song there is sadness
    Because, there's no you

    The lonely autumn trees
    How softly they're sighing
    For summer is dying
    They know, that in my heart
    There's no gladness
    Because, there's no you

    The park that we walked in
    The garden we talked in
    How lonesome they seem in the fall
    The stormy clouds hover
    And falling leaves cover
    Our favorite nook in the wall

    In spring we'll meet again
    We'll kiss and recapture
    The summertime rapture we knew
    And from that day
    Never more will I say, there's no you

    Hal Hopper, Tom Adair 1944
 
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