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WHEN THE LEAVES TURN BROWN.
WHEN THE LEAVES ARE TURNING BROWN.
EVER is my heart so gayIn the budding month of May,
Never does it beat a tune
Half so sweet in bloomy June,
Never knows such happiness
As on such a day as this,
When October dons her crown,
And the leaves are turning brown.
Breathe, sweet children, soft regrets
For the vanished violets;
Sing, young lovers, the delights
Of the golden summer nights;—
Never in the sunnier hours
On my way such radiance showers
As from heaven falls softly down,
When the leaves are turning brown.
For the vanished violets;
Sing, young lovers, the delights
Of the golden summer nights;—
Never in the sunnier hours
On my way such radiance showers
As from heaven falls softly down,
When the leaves are turning brown.
Braid your girdles, fresh and gay,
Children, in the bloom of May;
Children, in the bloom of May;
