Fall it comes upon those fragile wings,
which carries leaves and other things.
It comes to warn us of summer's parting,
and winter's advance, so quickly darting.
Winter, the season I fear to say,
causes me to mourn the loss of each summer day.
I pray that I will make it through,
until such time, when I can be with you.
Fall it comes, pray forsake me not,
as will the rose and forget-me-not.
Stay here with me beside the fire,
and we will rekindle summer with our desire.
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