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Fall



See the leaves turn yellow and brown,
See the trees turn wild with colors,
See the forest and the mountains go crazy
Like a Van Gogh

Listen to the streams and the rivers,
And the sombre silence of the lake,
Listen to the birds and the sky,
And the wonder of it all.

It is fall.
I love fall
More than I love spring
And I dont know whom to thank
That I can see and listen
And be part of this miracle.

Soon it will be winter
And the snow will be all over.
But the memories will remain
For ever,
Even when I am myself
A part of this .

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