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Summer's warm lips now turn to cold
as Autumn's kiss turns green to gold
A soft carpet of falling leaves
A magical place of make believe
Colors softly fall from trees
pirouetting in the breeze
Clouds float softly by
as they dance across the sky
The golden rays of the setting sun
holding hands with coming night
The leaves aground in radiant splendor
As the ballad of the night ensues
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