Summer is leaving slowly by,
And Autumn is coming closer with her embrace,
And though I cannot ask why,
I know that seasons are part of time and space.
The leaves will change colour,
Changing into a remarkable rainbow,
And Summer will lose her valour,
As soon as she decides to go.
Autumn is yet beautiful,
No matter what anyone says,
For her kindness is plentiful,
And she does not live on a rez,
And she is so sweet,
That you will know it complete.
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