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There is nothing to say.
All you can do is mention
The changing colors of the trees
And how you have always loved autumn.

All you can do is mention
The early changing of season
And how you have always loved autumn.
We can see the sun setting on the horizon ahead, but ignorance is bliss.

The early changing of season,
Having seemingly greater significance this year,
As we can see the sun setting on the horizon ahead. But ignorance is bliss,
And you continue to mention your crisp night memories.

Having seemingly greater significance this year,
You wonder aloud about the first snowfall
And continue to mention your crisp night memories
When we danced under the stars.

You wonder aloud about the first snowfall.
We remember that day when we caught the delicate flakes,
When we danced under the stars.
You smiled at me as cool nostalgia filled the void.

We remember the day when we caught the delicate flakes.
You always loved it,
You smiled at me as cool nostalgia filled the void,
And I thought you should know how blue your eyes looked.

You always loved it
When we sat under the tall trees,
And I thought you should know how blue your eyes looked
Against the rich colors of autumn, winter.

When we sat under the tall trees,
The falling flakes never looked more graceful
Against the rich colors of autumn. Winter
Surrounding us. No fire could be too warm.

The falling flakes never looked more graceful.
The changing colors of the trees
Surrounding us. No fire could be too warm.
There is nothing to say.





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