I love the fall, the mist and all.
I like the night owl's lonely call -
And wailing sound of wind around.
I love the gray November day,
And bare, dead boughs
That coldly sway against my pane.
I love the rain.
I love to sit and laugh at it -
And tend my cozy fire a bit.
I love the fall - the mist and all.
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