In autumn,
When brown leaves fall,
Our love shines, like a bright harvest sunrise,

When October comes,
And trees turn, brown, orange, red and yellow,
Fields of green and yellow shining under cool blue skies,

Two people holding hands,
Running through fields of corn,

The smell of sweet pumpkins is floating in the breeze.

As cold orange sunsets come, and cool winds begin to blow,
When autumn leaves fall, our love keeps us warm.


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