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Autumn
Leaves falling,
in the foggy morning,
leaves of gold,
we're growing old.
A poor old clover,
of four leaves,
it'll soon be over,
horizon dives in seas.
Seas of tears,
of joy,...
in the foggy morning,
leaves of gold,
we're growing old.
A poor old clover,
of four leaves,
it'll soon be over,
horizon dives in seas.
Seas of tears,
of joy,...
