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Almost all the songbirds are quiet this
day,
The crows now take their place, squawking their calls in the
morning silence
The wind has shifted and the metal celestial chimes with their
aged faces
Dance in the jet flow of the day's breath
The sky is clothed in a gray suit as the summer ebbs and
Shifts towards its predetermined chapter in the year
The brittle leaves rustle as the wind gently brushes through
The arms that held them close all summer long
It's Fall, it's Fall, it's Fall
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