...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...
I love like a leaf in the wind. Please, hold your applause until the end of the performance (the last day of fall). ?
With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.
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