Some days as if
in an ancient song
about the old ennui
pictures of autumn
blossom and all that
jazz world weary
falling autumn leaves
in golden scenes
as little chills
and fevers of pleasure
roil body and soul
before time returns
rushing headlong
to darkness where
the struggle is real
but so is Love and
the Lamb lies down
in the pure land
of our hearts
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