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 Autumn Song by Sarojini Naidu 
						Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,The sunset hangs on a cloud;
 A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
 Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
 The wild wind blows in a cloud.
 
 Hark to a voice that is calling
 To my heart in the voice of the wind:
 My heart is weary and sad and alone,
 For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
 And why should I stay behind?
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