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Here beyond mere reach, Watch gold tints that teach; Yellow leaves tell tales, Autumn hurls end sale. Once hot summery, Weather dry yet bold; Now mid-autumn's spree, Tells a tale once told. Here by wind-blown chill, Watch the pulse of change; Here upon this hill, Floods a solemn range. By Hamlet Place see: Frames a tinge of sad; Sense melancholy, Grim yet sternly mad! Drooping autumn flings, A thousand tinctures; Yet what will time bring? New wonder textures. Leon Enriquez 03 May 2018 Singapore