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Autumn, like a cat, a red ball
Will curl up, doze off at your feet,
So much will remain for later
All that I could not give.
Autumn is cozy and so quiet
How long before winter ...
In dreams of her tender fur
We will wrap ourselves up
To meet tenderness at the edge of the nights,
Hear dawn through a dream
Know what we'll open by breaking the seal
The door behind which there is light.