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September feeling
The grass has changed its color
Layers of mist obscure my view
The crickets seem to have lost their tongue
And trees are becoming skeletons
Fragile flower petals mirror my melancholy
Summer is no more

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The grass has changed its color
Layers of mist obscure my view
The crickets seem to have lost their tongue
And trees are becoming skeletons
Fragile flower petals mirror my melancholy
Summer is no more
