A Vagabond Song, by Bliss Carman
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood —
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
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(read by Clarica)
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2010/09/vagabond-song-bliss-carman.html
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