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Shall I dismiss the coming of winter, An old man bent with burdensome thought? Shall I forget the fall that found me doubting? From autumn weans a cold December, the meanest month of all.
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Oct 11, 2023
Oct 11, 2023 at 9:52 PM UTC
Faltering Future
Shall I dismiss the coming of winter, An old man bent with burdensome thought? Shall I forget the fall that found me doubting? From autumn weans a cold December, the meanest month of all.
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Oct 11, 2023
Oct 11, 2023 at 9:52 PM UTC
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