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![]() Autumn Sunshine The Autumn sun shines on the gold That's scattered on each tree, And on our lives, as we behold Her wondrous majesty. These last sweet rays of light inspire Our hearts with pure delight, The colours set the woods afire, And flame with glorious light. Her yearly pageant makes us glow, A season, rich and new, Tis Nature's handiwork on show In every vibrant hue. Be grateful for these precious days, Before the Winter sleet, Let Autumn's red and yellow blaze Burn bright beneath our feet.
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