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Fall
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Fall,is the season,that leaves summer behind. And before,you know it,the weather,will be unkind.Rate it:

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Fat Joe in The Undertow
Mario William Vitale
blast from the past Its the changing of the season Like Fat Joe in the undertow Homeboy is still onRate it:

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Fie, Pleasure, Fie!
George Gascoigne
To drink a draught of so{'u}r ale (some season) 9 To eat brown bread with homely hands in hRate it:

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File Or Burn
Kurt Philip Behm
spoke The truth is where you find it every season, every turn Where space creates acceptance Rate it:

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Fill The Goblet Again: A Song
George Gordon Lord Byron
that enjoy thee, the more we enjoy. Then the season of youth and its vanities past, For refuge wRate it:

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Fiordispina
Percy Bysshe Shelley
The season was the childhood of sweet June, Whose sunny hours from morning until noon Went creeping through the day with silent feet, Each with its...Rate it:

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Fit the Second ( Hunting of the Snark )
Lewis Carroll
in musical tone Some jokes he had kept for a season of woe-- But the crew would do nothing but groaRate it:

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Flame-Heart
Claude McKay
have forgot the special, startling season Of the pimento's flowering and fruiting; What time of yeaRate it:

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Flight To Nature
William Gilmore Simms
youth might yet renew its spring;-- That sacred season of the heart, When every pulse with hope isRate it:

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Florence
Alfred Austin
you yet fairer than your fame. It was the season purple-sweet, When figs are plucked, and grapes aRate it:

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Flowers in Winter
John Greenleaf Whittier
It was a happy thought to bring To the dark season's frost and rime This painted memory of spriRate it:

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Foolin' Wid De Seasons
Paul Laurence Dunbar
jes' to stan' An' be satisfied wid livin' In de season dat 's at han'? Hit 's enough fu' me to lisRate it:

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For The New Year
Edith Nesbit
aims forsaken, And chances lost! The changing seasons thrust upon us Another year, fair-faced aRate it:

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Forbidden Speech
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
says no word; By day or night, in any clime or season, A dominating passion must be heard. So shallRate it:

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Forsaking All Others Part 4
Alice Duer Miller
feel so vexed With Lee. I haven't seen her this season, And between you and me, I know the reason.'Rate it:

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Four springtimes lost: and in the fifth we stand
Christopher John Brennan
inmost heart, remembering thee and the woodland season of bright laughter: — so in my perverse anRate it:

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Fourteenth Sunday After Trinity
John Keble
of health to abase; Or, when, soft showers in season fall Answering a famished nation's call, ShoulRate it:

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Free Of Its Stain
Kurt Philip Behm
song There’s a tragedy entrapped in each season, where right is still captive of wrong There’s Rate it:

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Free Styling To The Extreme
Mario William Vitale
for the reason its just the changing of the season block parties with steroe blasting watch how yoRate it:

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Free Will And Fate
Alfred Austin
is one with His!' `What is it rules thy singing season? `What is it rules thy singing season? InstRate it:

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From "Vashti"
Lascelles Abercrombie
earth good to look on, woods and fields, The season's garden, and the courageous hills, AllRate it:

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From Menander
William Cowper
vinegar, and oil, and meat, For savory viands season'd high; But somewhat more important yet-- I teRate it:

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From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso
Anne Kingsmill Finch
in ev'ry Breast inspires, To you a hateful Season must appear, Whilst Love prevails, and all are Rate it:

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From the Grave
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
old-time call. It is only a love of a by-gone season, A senseless folly that mocked at me A reckRate it:

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Futility
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
and ever will Strive fatuously, in and out of season, To paint perfection's cheek more perfect stilRate it:

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