The skies they were ashen and sober... The leaves they were crisped and sere... It was night in the lonesome October...Of my most immemorial year... It was hard by the dim lake of Auber...In the misty mid region of Weir...It was down by the dank tarn of Auber...In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. (Poe)
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