To the Fall
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It is raining leaf's
They are pouring down
If you half listen
Then,
They barely make
A sound...
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The birds' they do
Sing,
They doth' fly down South
The tinny tinkling
Taste of morning dew
Is so prevalent
I can taste it in
My mouth
GF
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