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To the Fallen


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 You put on your colorful gowns
All of you
Your brightest colors, you wear at last
And to the last

You were limber in your green
Now you stand stiff in your colors
And you let yourselves fall
You dance in your death
To welcome that yearly sunset
That we call Autmn.

Your corpses lay in their glowing gowns
Beneath where you spent your half-year day
They promise, where they lie,
Nay, they swear,
That their dance will be danced again.
The golden gowns worn once more
To show that great night called winter
How summer can die.

Oh you leaves!
That I had your courage!
To dance in death!
To show away
To the last
My last action
Like yours
To laugh
Even then
At my end.

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