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Every Green Thing Loves to Die in Bright Colors

But there is as much of life in autumn as of death, and as much of creation and of growth as of passing away. Every flower has left its house full of seeds. No leaf has dropped until a bud was born to it. Already, another year is hidden along the boughs; another summer is secure among the declining flowers.

Henry Ward Beecher, Star Papers, 1855

 

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