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The village trees are solemn In their barrenness, While on the gentler slopes, Already russet-dry, The wind has left A vacancy of leaves. Still near the summit, Hidden from the gusts, A shock of color triumphs: Vermilion, apricot, Magenta, yellow, Fiercely beautiful . . . Autumn at its best Against the cobalt certainty Of sky.

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