I sway to Autumn
and Its sharp, cool beat.
A hint of incense beckons--
speaks of atoms slowing,
and the rich ceremonies ahead.
I move through The Season.
The Season moves through me.
and Its sharp, cool beat.
A hint of incense beckons--
speaks of atoms slowing,
and the rich ceremonies ahead.
I move through The Season.
The Season moves through me.
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