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It is fall time, the time of year

when the leaves turn yellow

and barely hang to the cold branches,

the birds used to sing.

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In me you can see the twilight of my falling

When my day is completing,

The black death of night

Claims my life.

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In me you can see the dying fire of my life,

Which was once fueled

y the ashes of my youth,

Is now killed by the same ashes

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When you see this, it makes your love of life stronger

You love more for the time you have left.

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http://shakespeare-online.com/sonnets/73.html

SONNET 73
That time of year thou may'st in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by-and-by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long."

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http://www.shakespeare-online.com/sonnets/73detail.html