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LYRICS

Summer is gone with all its roses, 
Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers, 
Its warm air and refreshing showers: 
And even Autumn closes. 

Yea, Autumn’s chilly self is going, 
And winter comes which is yet colder; 
Each day the hoar-frost waxes bolder, 
And the last buds cease blowing. 

Christina Georgina