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’The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crispèd and sere The leaves they were withering 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.