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Cool is the autumn wind,

Clear the autumn moon,

The blown leaves heap up and scatter again;

A raven, cold-stricken, starts from his roost.

Where are you, beloved? — When shall I see you once

more? Ah, how my heart aches to-night — this hour!

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