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DECEMBER by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: DULL SKY ABOVE, DEAD LEAVES BELOW
Last Line: OF ONE BELOVED THAT COMES NOT BACK.
Subject(s): DECEMBER;
DULL sky above, dead leaves below;
And hungry winds that whining go.
Like faithful hounds upon the track
Of one beloved that comes not back.



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