Skies breathed autumn air out,
By then the sun did not abound,
Time of a day was getting short,
The fogs to meadows were brought,
The secret canopy of boughs
Was stripped bare with sad sighs,
The geese flew high with mournful cries:
The nature told its tale of woes;
There was a gloomy time of year –
November was already near…
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