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Fall

The season's falling faster than the pumpkins dare to slump That the leaves go passing after for the dew to form their sump And the heat goes passing faster for the wind to feel it's shunt When the bees now falling past her form the hive's now lower front And the rain can fall as laughter for the patter of the sound When the volume falls as quickly as the ear to feel the ground And the heart can be to falling what the soul is meant to be When the Earth begins to breathing what the Fall was meant to free

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