Leaves are falling from the trees
Sipping cider next to me
Looking up to see the sky
Lots of leaves, piled high
You and I round the bend
Hope this season never ends
Seasons come and some may go
Memories to and fro
Together now through the change
Now the times seem so strange
What once was there is lost in time
But they will be forever mine

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