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vers libra
beauty all around
crumbling fragile leaves soaring
oh, the splendor of whirling
burnt orange
and red leaves spin
like weeping blood red raindrops
oh, listen to the sweet sound
of falling leaves
while the wind utters low wails
like a hundred violins
and hidden birds sing
a beautiful symphony
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Constance La France
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