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The latter days of fall are often cursed, But as for me, kind reader, she is precious In all her quiet beauty, mellow glow. Thus might a child, disfavored in its family, Draw my regard. To tell you honestly, Of all the times of year, I cherish her alone. She's full of worth; and I, a humble lover, Have found in her peculiar charms. by Alexander Pushkin