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Pirate jay swings high through his dark wood,

Eye on falling gold.

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Day gives out early now, evening inks the cooling world.

The sun is warm, but shadows cool the slowing sap.

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What have we omitted in the long summer days?

What remains undone? What forgotten?

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Late roses fall, beans fatten.

Soon the frosts come, green pushing faint and failing.

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Gather in now, and wait for winter.

Inevitable increments, time winds it all up.

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Pirate jay, his eye accomplished,

Swings round the rolling decks of weather.

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The hills crowd darker dressed in cloud,

The woods velvet coal, a dreaming nest.

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