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When the Leaves Fall

EN the leaves fall off the trees Everybody walks on them :

Once they had a time of ease High above, and every breeze Used to stay and talk to them.

Then they were so debonair As they fluttered up and down ;

Dancing in the sunny air,

Dancing without knowing there Was a gutter in the town.

Now they have no place at all !

All the home that they can find Is a gutter by a wall,

And the wind that waits their fall Is an apache of a wind.

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James Stephens

James Stephens (9 February 1880[1] – 26 December 1950) was an Irish novelist and poet.

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