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The Fall of Hope
Oh what such vibrancy therein lies! Such splendor, such candor—no insurmountable lies! Harvest season’s beckoning call to me With color, depth, and texture—don’t you agree? Leaves fall with urgency like grace Come and see—jump into the new embrace! The air is crisp, my skin feels chill I do not know why I should feel this thrill I shudder in the brisk cold night My feelings grow weary—must I feel contrite? All is desolate, no green in sight! Should all life disappear—to be caked in white?
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