Colors in the air
Gently blowing through my hair
Leaves whisper as they fall
The soft rustle of their call.
Twirling, dancing, spinning down
Bringing smiles, erasing frowns.
Gently blowing through my hair
Leaves whisper as they fall
The soft rustle of their call.
Twirling, dancing, spinning down
Bringing smiles, erasing frowns.
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