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The birds are chirping their different melodies The trees are swaying their different colors and leaves The grass wiggles its different blades between my toes The sun shines a slightly colder smile The wind blows a catchier tune The dark clouds make their rumbles in the sky The smell of burning leaves fills the air The sound of rain, nestling into the ground The taste of the north, feeds life into my soul

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