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It was late, late in November
And the roads were shiny and wet
And the restless leaves on the pavements
Were letters on my restless bed

And the heavy drops of the rain
On my wicket impatiently tapped
Like your silent knock on my window
I so scarcely learnt to forget

And the yellow smell of the autumn  
In my bedroom paint the walls
And the years so sadly forgotten
Were carved on the yellow walls  

It was still late in November
And the letters were spread on the floor
And my body restlessly shivered
In the chill and the blaze of the fall