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O', how I love these shady lanes
Where autumn colour gleams
The tuft of grass so yellow and bare
And not a flower seen
As I walk along the lane
Wind flicking through my mane
Blowing away the pain and sorrow
And all that was in vain
The mist arising from the sky
Was forming tiny shapes
As I walk along the lane
Wind flicking through my mane
Blowing away the pain and sorrow
And all that was in vain
The mist arising from the sky
Was forming tiny shapes So I watched the pixies play
Tumble down and dance away
The picture gradually grew so fine
I lost the count of passing time …
Falling leaves then touched my face
My mind alight, I stood and gazed –
Rust and gold, Red and Brown
Colours falling all around
The world was smoldering, I was there
The picture gradually grew so fine
I lost the count of passing time …
Falling leaves then touched my face
My mind alight, I stood and gazed –
Rust and gold, Red and Brown
Colours falling all around
The world was smoldering, I was thereI saw the autumn everywhere.
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