Sorry... if I could remember I'd give the reference. Just think it's so nice though
Come said the wind to
the leaves one day,
Come o'er the meadows
and we will play.
Put on your dresses
scarlet and gold,
For summer is gone
and the days grow cold.
Sorry... if I could remember I'd give the reference. Just think it's so nice though
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