The leaves not yet brown, but a chill in the air
gives me a hint that fall will soon be here.
The sound of the birds as they make their way
southern for the winter to stay.
The sun, not a blaze anymore in the sky,
makes its way to say good bye,
gives me a hint that fall's growing nigh.
The sound of the birds as they make their way
southern for the winter to stay.
The sun, not a blaze anymore in the sky,
makes its way to say good bye,
gives me a hint that fall's growing nigh.
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