The rusted leaves turning gold,
tattered down, hiding the path
And the magical balance it carries with it.
The mellow change from summer to winter,
with the blazing colour around the world,
the another spring of the year.
Not all the fall is sad
but to start all over and breathe
there is something in the autumn
when the crisp leaves dance
under the riped sun.
tattered down, hiding the path
And the magical balance it carries with it.
The mellow change from summer to winter,
with the blazing colour around the world,
the another spring of the year.
Not all the fall is sad
but to start all over and breathe
there is something in the autumn
when the crisp leaves dance
under the riped sun.
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