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In the Fall (Dead Leaves)
They fall one by one
Just like, perhaps, anyone
And they fall to the ground
We put them in a mound
In the streets they gather
Only to put your shoe over
And we hear it crumple
When the sun's ray is ample
Leaves are from different trees
They falter easily with a breeze
Indeed, aggregate and shuffled
A bright summer's day's dappled
Winter's coming to lose them all,
Our only hope, fades in the Fall.
