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Show Anttafusi Colors Nature, We wonder at the fickle dame; Her moods each day are not the same, Wl.en Autumn approaches each day she'll parade, In a new gown she yesterday made. Today tis' yellow, trimed in tan and grey; Her evening gown, her purple display Tomorrow she'll appear in a green and gold; In shades of a rainbow glorious to behold. In the far horizan a shadow dim, The moan of the wind, The dark clouds grim They come and they tear at her beautiful array, "On wings of distraction, carry it away. When the rain falls tis' then she weeps; In her despair, falls into deep sleep, Her ragged form slinks away from sight, Neath a winter blanket, a covering of white. Power House Bill |