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| It begins in the night The moon so bright Combines in the field Taking in the yield Locusts start their call To herald signs of fall. Grass fades to brown Flowers pale and frown Trees shed their leaves The wise man perceives He cannot have it all With the changes of fall. Southward, birds will fly The sun begins to sigh Days have lost their length Nights reveal their strength The ivy stopped its crawl And let us know it's fall. The cricket moves indoors Squirrels rally to store Summer days are gone To them we say "so long" Abruptly we can't recall Anything but fall. |