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AN AUTUMN BREEZE
As autumn comes around,
birds fly away
and leaves fall to the ground.
There, they silently lay,
until a breeze comes
on a chilly cold day.
Up, up the foliage fly,
twirling around,
high in the sky.
Red and yellow, orange and gold,
it’s a rainbow,
that I can hold.
As icy as the wind may be,
with all it's colors,
it’s a sight to see.
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