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the world outside than mobile #167049618
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The warm sun is falling, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth is her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.