There are patches of blue in the soft gray sky
A few golden leaves
cling to the maple outside my window
The wind has turned cold and bitter
the promise of a hard winter
on the far side of the sun
There are patches of blue in the soft gray sky
A few golden leaves
cling to the maple outside my window
The wind has turned cold and bitter
the promise of a hard winter
on the far side of the sun
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