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Dec 2015
The dry orange leaves fall from tall trees
Carried by a blowing wind
This season has the softest breeze
The season where the coats are thin
The season where the snowflakes fall
The season that you hang with kin
And buy gifts from the shopping mall
The season of the dying weeds
And distant relatives coming in
The season children cough and sneeze
This season’s the season when
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