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As autumn rushes in, trees shed their leaves
upon the earth, to spread a carpet of
coloured splendour, for all to see.
There on a tree a leaf or two will cling, watching the tears
of sap, run down it's limbs.
But come the spring and summer, too, a burst of green comes forth.
In all its newness, glory shines.
When autumn comes around again
trees shed their leaves
To spread a coloured carpet once again
To show what splendour they can create,
changing leaves from green, to gold.
It pleases all to see this magic of the trees
that stand so bold.
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