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Autumn colours, leaves abound
Swirling in the wind,
Floating down to the ground
Oh what pleasure oh what a sight,
The magnificent colours, oh so bright.
Blowing over gardens, swift as can be
Leaving bare trees for all to see,
Grey of sky wrapped up warm,
Pressing leaves in books to capture
The eloquence in years of childhood fun,
The beauty encapsulated in everyone.

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