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Blaze Of Glory
I came to my favourite spot
Under the bright maple trees.
The sun shone ever brightly hot,
The wind murmured in a breeze
Ultramarine was the colour
Of the river, rippling nigh
It was Fall, with nothing duller
Than lemon touching blue sky.
Autumn fairies had kissed the trees
And some seemed red with pleasure
Saffron and amber, sure to please,
Colours were beyond measure.
Leaving in a blaze of glory
Before they were extinguished
Was now the entire Fall story.
Ah, weren't the leaves distinguished!
