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The morns are meeker than they were by

The morns are meeker than they were – 
The nuts are getting brown –
The berry’s cheek is plumper –
The rose is out of town.
 
The maple wears a gayer scarf –
The field a scarlet gown –
Lest I sh'd be old-fashioned 
I’ll put a trinket on.

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