| I saw new England fall in the autumn
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| Professing themselves wise
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| They learned to be fools
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| I saw the picture-postcards and the majesty
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| And it died
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| If ever there was a key
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| To wisdom and knowledge
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| It is the cornerstone rejected by the world
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| If ever was a people so removed from absolutes
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| Absolutely
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| I heard the depth and height of information
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| Served on steaming tables of speculation
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| I understood the rite of education
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| For the sake of the elite
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| If ever there was a reason
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| It was love
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| If ever any person personified that love
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| It was Jesus
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| I heard the shot heard 'round the campus
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| It was the deification of humanity
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| One that had ceased to be human
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| One who pretended to be God
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| And I recalled another ruler
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| In the autumn of another time and place
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| He refused to give God the glory
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| And like dying leaves
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| In a cold cold land
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| Eaten up and died |