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It is a willow when summer is over, / a willow by the river / from which no leaf has fallen nor / bitten by the sun / turned orange or crimson.
The leaves cling and grow paler, / swing and grow paler / over the swirling waters of the river / as if loath to let go, / they are so cool, so drunk with / the swirl of the wind and of the river -- / oblivious to winter, / the last to let go and fall / into the water and on the ground.