Red leaves and yellow blooms fall, late autumn is done, I think of my far-rovin one. Gazing on clouds blown away by the breeze And messageless wild geese, Where can I send him word under the sun?
My endless tears drip down by windowside And blend with ink when they're undried. I write down the farewell we bade; My deep love impearled throws a shade On rosy papers and they fade.
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