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Autumn Days
September wind is blowing cold,
And Summer warmth is giving way;
Soon Nature’s green will turn to gold,
Her Autumn leaves all set aflame
I pray I can escape once more
Into her woods and steal away –
To hold her vivid beauty bound
If only for a moment’s sake;
So when December sends her first
Of downy flakes upon the earth,
My heart won’t shiver at her ways,
For I’ll remember Autumn days.
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