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The late sun flames my dying Autumnal tree,And I know afresh why paintersFall in love with light and colour.Indoors that same red November sunSuffuses my sill-sleeping ginger tomTransforming his grubbiness intoShining luscious gold red furInviting a loving sensual touchAn urge to paint, to captureFor grimmer greyer winter days