I feel like writing a poem ._______.
The leaves pour down from the coloured trees,
and pick up aloft from this gentle breeze
Autumn dawns and Summer weakens
The night lingers and the days go to dream
The Fall rain drenches people with memories
They less and less think of treachery
And that's all I can come up with
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