Falling down towards gravity
Unlike a calamity
Onto the prickles of green
The Autumn leaves go
Off the branches they blow
The most beautiful season I've seen
And no one can doubt it
Because we're surrounded
With colors unlike anything
To me, Earth is like heaven
And in twenty eleven
The Autumn leaves again fly like wings
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