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The Cold Seasons in the
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The Cold Seasons in the
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Autumn
Now it's windy, and rather cold, The leaves are creased and wrinkly, Are soldiers of old The days are longer, Light is less, The wind is stronger, Making my hair a mess. Winter Fog and rain, play with the snow, Our tree is a bride, dressed in the lace of frost, The streets are slippery, They can't be crossed. |
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