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.
As fall comes
Summer is done
Geese fly by
High in the sky
The leaves fall down
They all turn brown
But as everything dies
It will come back alive
When spring
Begins
To sing
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