Whispers of the coming fall
Rustle in the leavesDying colors sweep the ground
Huddling in the eaves
Say good-bye to summer’s warmth
Autumn’s on its wayShades of mist and dreariness
Color each new day
Days are growing shorter now
Stronger grows the night
The cold moon claims heavens throne
From sun’s feeble light
Oh yes, autumn’s on its way
Summer’s grip slips fastTrees shed leaves like memories
All is lost at last
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