There are elements of mystery now
on every hand.
Why but one scarlet pennant
flying from a grove of maples?
Who decided, overnight,
which leaf to daub with yellow?
And who trailed a torn, brown remnant
across that field of green?
There are elements of mystery now
on every hand.
Why but one scarlet pennant
flying from a grove of maples?
Who decided, overnight,
which leaf to daub with yellow?
And who trailed a torn, brown remnant
across that field of green?
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