Leaves Are Falling
Fall is here,
the wind is chilled.
Leaves are falling,
far and wide,
the leaves are crispy,
fall apart in your hand.
The leaves are leaving,
the plants are dying,
Winter is coming,
Time to bundle up,
to get worm.
The leaves are falling,
color by color
the leaves fall.
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