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Through the dripping weeks that follow One another slow, and soak Summer's extinguished fire and autumn's drifting smoke.

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Alfred Austin
Age: 78 †
Born: 1835
Born: May 30
Died: 1913
Died: June 2
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Week
Dripping
Fire
Drifting
Another
Autumn
Weeks
Slow
Smoke
Summer
Soak
Follow
Extinguished

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