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Amazing leaves see them blow
Down the street and down the row
Unladen branches cold and bare,
Can you see them waving there?
They're waving to there friends goodbye,
Until the spring returns that's why.
For they have many miles to go.
Over land and over water,
But anew they will return next year,
Just as bright and just as clear.
Like magic on a colourful new day.
Yellow, Gold, Red, Brown and Green,
The leaves of life will return in spring.

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