Flying geese, warm teas.
Leaves float along the cool breeze.
I love you, autumn.
Flying geese, warm teas.
Leaves float along the cool breeze.
I love you, autumn.
It’s here-
Prepared or not, the time has come.
The apples tumble from trees
And land in the grass
That’s wet from fall rain.
The leaves float through the breeze,
We watch through the glass.
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