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Sep 2020
Fall in early September
My legs are getting tired
My bike ,rusted from the cold wind
The sky cries and the trees leaves die
Fall in early September
This feeling I remember
It’s been a while
And maybe soon you’ll be gone
But at least the memories of you are warm
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