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Jenny gave me a leaf of autumn,

The one she picked with her own hands,
A soft warm hug from distant lands,

So when they tell you of a man so sad,
of how he had no love nor beauty,
how wealth, and youth, and happiness missed him,
tell them that "Oh but this one day,
somewhere around San Francisco Bay
Jenny gave him a leaf of autumn"

10.25.01

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