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Autumn

All the leaves turn colors and fall
Under the drowsy trees so tall
To prepare for the coming winder sleep
Umber bark shields from snow so deep
Maple and oak and beech trees stand bare
Nature keeps turning, but the trees wait there.

Autumn

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