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Autumn's coming, leaves are falling cooling winds smooth on my face quiet evenings on the alleys spent in pondering autumn's haze Yellow lamps behind the branches light is is resting in the air like a sacred halo shining in the midst of nature fair I see nature's death approaching age weighs down upon its brow its sacrifice brings forth a beauty I never felt it quite like now | ||||||||||||||
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