Melancholy

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Melaneholy Gloves of the fog, Slipped over the avenue It rustles under my feet; "Melaneholy" Meets the ehest. My walk on golden leaves Now it's in my eonseiousness; The Summer is gone. KRISTIAN GOLDMUND AUMANN AUTHORl01 0910


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