Over there, I clearly see
That which is a force to be.
Glorious in all of your ways,
Nature sings, leaves, they lay.
Fall, I now sing your praise,
Summer gone, I reflect on the joyous days,
Spent together, as we grew fonder,
Of each other, nature, and it's beauty over the yonder.
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