The falling leaves, arguing
The butterflies ready for a gossip
Oh the tress, hmmm, can't be bothered
This autumn, the child of yesterday
Grows old and is falling
i heard the leaves whispering so.
Brown and green, what a mix
Bother less to try
This autumn gave us a good laugh.
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