Within these woods of red and gold
Where autumn surely is the look,
I braced myself against the cold,
And wandered 'pon this path I took.
A path I think beneath the leaves
For most dead they were all around,
Leaves so deep above my knees,
Till paths alone could not be found.
And fairly kicked I turned and tossed
A brand new path amongst the leaves,
And though of course I now was lost,
Opportunity was mine to seize.
For in such faith I made the leap
In the autumn amongst the trees,
And though this path of mine runs steep,
I'll follow fairly them who be leaves.
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