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Trees are almost
barren
Yet there's music in the
breeze
Of leaves that twirl a
symphony
Of Autumn's song
achieved.
Soft the wind that's
flowing
With leaves in greatest
dance
Ballet of the season
God's gift of love
enhanced.
Heart and mind in
motion
Of season's grand
devotion
Of colors that are
varied
Together all now
married.
Walking through this
splendor
With season of
September
Filling me with
wonder
Of grandest spell I'm
under.
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