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In autumn, leaves should fall.

The roads colored with an intricate leaf tapestry,

But there are no leaves in the city.

The roads remain bare of any color

Except the yellow of taxicabs

Speeding through the streets.

The people inside don’t notice

The beauty they’re missing

Because they live in the city of lights,

Where the lights are too bright to see

The beauty of nature’s stars.