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The last days are approaching
Coming to an end,
The transition has begun.
The days still warm,
But not the nights,
more darkness then is light.
Everyone is anxious,
They know what is to come.
The harvests all are over,
The falling of the leaves,
And as the season changes,
September slips away.
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September slips away
September slips away
