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the seasons change once again,
almost to the last.
the trees are all in color,
autumn now half past.
the days are bright and sunny,
the nighttime are is cooled.
the mornings now are cold and crisp,
one can see their breath.
what once was dew,
Now is frost,
ice crystals cover all.
the colored leaves,
still hang in the trees,
covered in first frost.
the rising sun melts away,
the early morning chill..
these the signs of autumn's end,
winter soon to follow.
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first frost
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