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The Blaze Of Autumn
Falling leaves of red and yellow,
Sprinkle softly on the ground.
As the air so pure and mellow,
Filters through the world around.
As the wind just as reviving,
Bellows through the sleeping trees.
And it's humming in the branches,
Like the humming of the bees.
As the world now falls asleep,
It embraces all it's sorrow.
There shall be a new tomorrow,
Hidden in the futures deep.