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I sit at my desk

And I see from the window

That dusk is falling;

Falling with the leaves

Of the ancient apple tree

Coaxed by autumn's breath.

Then I find these words.

I thought I had forgotten

Until I shared them.

Warmth of Summers past

Has roused these tired old fingers

Guiding me to you. 

Now rain has begun

So I will leave the washing

Until tomorrow.