Excerpt from ThoughtsThoughtsThoughts are like fluttered leaves, In Autumn of the year, For some lie colorless, and dull, While others beautiful, in red-And-gold, appear.And some we push aside, Then pass, nor pause to look, Others we carry home, and pressBetween the leaves of some reveredAnd much-loved book.So take these thoughts of mine, With love that is untold, Reject the worthless, poor and mean, But, may you find, gleaming between, Some "...
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