Autumn

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The green

Turned reddish yellow

Or even brown

The leaves fall

The wind is

The sky grey

Maybe it's rainy

Cloudy always

Its autumn

It's sad

Seeing greenery fade

Degrees sink 

Thus there is beauty 

In all seasons, trees dance

Something blossoms

Birds sing 

The melody is cheering

There is joy in it

There is love in it

One can listen to it

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