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The sun glistens on the trees Through the brightly colored autumn leaves Shadows cast on the ground All near the ground squirrels' mound The birds' songs grow weak As the autumn mornings become more bleak Traces that summer was here Have yet to disappear But everyone knows fall is near The animals and plants leave or die And all that can be said is Goodbye It may be sad but not everyone can hibernate in a den But we all know that summer will be back again...
