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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