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Autumn leaves | ||
| Autumn leaves are falling down, Turning yellow, then to brown. In the summer, they gave shade But it's time for them to fade. On the ground they make a bed For the living and the dead. Crunching, they revert to earth Having had their share of mirth. We must one day fall as well When we hear the final bell. Other leaves will take our place After we have run our race. | ||
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