Come let me tell ye said the wise old owl. See the leaves how they shudder and frown?
Autumn is coming its glories will shine but each of the leaves know its almost their time.
The wind she do blow and the rain it do batter Autumns her name and the earth she do shatter
The Autumn its golden the time it is ripe and what you've not eaten you store for long winter nights.
There's pain and there's loss at this time of the year and for some there is anger and terrible fear
Autumn she takes and glistens in gold and the red is the blood of the leaves growing old.
There's a sadness to Autumn as she lets us all know, its time for the harvest and then time to go.
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