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The November breeze

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It cools me now
Like a December wave
Flying mid air above me
I smell it, like it, enjoy it,
The November breeze

I see it curl around me
It’s delicate finger caressing me
I see it play with the leaves on the ground
Leaves fly mid-air, fall and die

I stand aside and hear it now, how he calls out to me
Luring and enchanting me inside
I wrap myself tight and hug him
But there he flies away, the November breeze.



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