The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and seared—
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
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ULALUME
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THE COSMO MAGAZINENovember 13, 2026
The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and seared—
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
n
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