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The spectre of decay . . .
Well, either the leaves don't fall but just puff up again new-like for spring, or ...
the elves gather the fallen leaves and stuff them into great works of beauty and art, otherwise known as quilts. I suspect this latter option, as it is highly likely that the Hutterites, who are famous for their down-stuffed quilts, are the inheritors of the elven love of beautiful crafts.
Now, I bet no one ever imagined that the Barrow Downs could be about goose feathers, eh?
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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