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Angel of Autumn
Leaves turning to Gold
summers noise has been heard
stars in the dark sky
over trees and birds
Summers gone almost
the remnants are few
only the late flowering
now come into view
It's time for change
for things to become still
before winter comes with
it's cold blustry chills
The Angel of Autumn
paints the parting so bright
to remind us things will return again
in their familair sight
(c) TRIZIA 2006
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