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I ran out in the morning, when the air was clean and new, / And all the grass was glittering, and grey with autumn dew, / I ran out to the apple tree and pulled an apple down, / And all the bells were ringing in the old grey town.
Down in the town, off the bridges and the grass / They are sweeping up the leaves to let the people pass, / Sweeping up the old leaves, golden-reds and browns, / While the men go to lecture with the wind in their gowns.