The rain has wept and now is gone
The sodden clouds have been withdrawn
The brown leaves dance upon the lawn
A winter night is coming on
The wind picks up and starts to croon,
A chilly winter dancing tune,
The evergreens will sway and swoon
Beneath the spotlight of the moon
The whirling stars in frosty flight,
The dancing leaves, a winter rite,
A carousel of wind and light;
Another wild November night
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