The leaves are falling,
the colors are changing.

The weather is changing,
the kids are playing.

Summer is gone and fall is here,
the trees are changing and the cold is coming near.

The sky is cooler and changing,
people enjoying the air.

Baked apples and honey,
oh, how I am going to miss my lovely year.

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