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Autumn The autumn leaves are falling, Ann, Bright orange, red, and brown. The wintry wind is blowing them Across the barren ground. Remember how they used to crunch and rustle 'neath our feet, While gray squirrels hoarded acorns So in winter they could eat. The song birds have migrated south To escape from the cold, While on the trees what leaves are left Have turned a brownish gold. The sunlight wanes, and when I breath I see my misty breath. The leaves surrendering their lives Bring me to thoughts of death. How sad and melancholy Are the frosty autumn days, Although the hills and valleys with Vermillion are ablaze. The lakes and streams are frozen Underneath a sky of blue. Please tell me, Ann, in heaven, Do you have autumn, too?
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