It is November now. My Lord! Already!
And all this fire of the autumn leaves is gone.
But neither we are given extrachance for "Ready! Steady!..."
Nor we remain as young as Dorian.
We still behave like in the competition.
We run, and fall, and rise, and run...
And all I have to tell you in addition
Is: soon we'll see the prize we've won.
November
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