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The Magic Of Autumn
Listen as the autumn rains fall
Caressing softly the fallen leaves
Sounds of cold in winds now call
Harvests stand in shocks of sheaves
Rising breeze stirs leafs of red
Was once the pallet of spring
Lay softly there in winter’s bed
Painted from natures things
Magic of autumn makes pearls of dew
The sun gets tired and shadows grow
Colors change from what we knew
From vivant greens to whites of snow
Softly there a blanket white
Adorns the summer’s pride
Sleep there in winter’s night
There till spring they hide
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