dead leaves

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O May flowers O Newly born flowers O Spring, the season of flowers And the hope of happiness O Smiles, fleeting smiles
The leaves are falling, dropping like melted ice.It must be autumn, there is a spectacular showOf red, yellow, and frosty foliage. Though it’s still niceWeather-wise, in a heartbeat, we’ll see snow.
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