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signs of autumn
first taste of cold air
turns leaves to gold expended
autumn casts its spell
mists white-out the dawn
fields are amber, skies are gray
autumn plays tough rules
cold blast goes too far
turns what's nice to stark white ice
fall cedes to winter
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