mauves browns and greens all turning out quite flat
there were no magics hidden in dead leaves
no cards were lurking up the player's sleeves
the rules are clear no time for moral chat
follies collected gathered up in sheaves
mauves browns and greens all turning out quite flat
in winter bears live off their summer fat
on hay we feed the steaming stamping beeves
each tree each bush for the lost season grieves
mauves browns and greens all turning out quite flat
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