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Amber crimson on the trees,
The air so sweet.
How I walk along the path
And all those I meet
Should change me a bit.
Yellow leaves stack on the ground
Both night and day.
The wind so brisk despite weighted load
Speeds me on my way.
Traveling as caught by angels
Huges of warmth and bright
Brush across the lane.
Welcoming backdrop to the light
Which fades from the season.
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