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Once h’rvest's last leaf falls,
and maple trees amb'r sap begins to cool
and the husky wind calls,
‘Nd life will be sprung soon,
for fall's breath brings about anew
that is the beauty of Autumn's bloom.
To many, woven snowfl'kes,
That cover the rusty earth,
cones taking up the girth
and Bloom into sn'wy blue—
must be a tell tale sign of bringing death—soon
So once again, winter's whisp'rs brim,
as the ground is stained with auburn limbs.
For that is the fast g'st of winter's raggedy full moon.
For fall's breath brings about anew,
that is the beauty of Autumn's Bloom
