For works with similar titles, see Autumn Song.
The long sobs
Of violins
Of autumn
Wound my heart
With a monotone
Languor.
All breathless
And pale, when
The hour sounds,
I remember
Former days
And I cry;
And I go
In an ill wind
Which carries me
Here, there,
Like a
Dead leaf.
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