Sweet is the smell of autumn;
a smell as old as time.
Mother earth has seen many seasons;
but autumn chimes each time.
The wind picks up its pace;
lifting a whirlwind of grace.
The leaves dance down the trees;
swirling into the breeze.
Some people don't, want summer to end;
but autumn will always, come back for them.
a smell as old as time.
Mother earth has seen many seasons;
but autumn chimes each time.
The wind picks up its pace;
lifting a whirlwind of grace.
The leaves dance down the trees;
swirling into the breeze.
Some people don't, want summer to end;
but autumn will always, come back for them.
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