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It was November-the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of...
Author:
L.M. Montgomery
Book:
Anne of the Island
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It was November-the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.
( L.M. Montgomery )
[ Anne of the Island ]
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