The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere-
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
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'She is warmer than Dian: She rolls through an ether of sighs- She revels in a region of sighs: She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion, To point us the path to the skies- Quite adorable poem.
You can view my reading of the begening of this poem on you tube, simply write Matej Krevs and there it is. (the interesting part is (maybe) that i am from Slovenia, so i have an east european accent :)
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