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Summer days flyin a whirlwind of colors.Soon to fade awayEnriched by autumn’s flame,leaves take on a life of their own.Scarlet crispness.Winds attempting tochange places.Whistling through my hair.Bemoaning lost summer.Vibrant in their tempest.Stay awhile, please?
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