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Oct 2022
I'm the color of the falling leaves
Turning red after an autumn freeze
I'll take to you like a summers day
but in the end, you'll just walk away

I'm the color of the falling leaves
how long I'll stay before the next cold breeze
takes me down upon the streets below
How long, no one really knows

I'm the color of the falling leaves
You walk right through me
Well up to your knees
You never falter as you pass on through
There's nothing left, but to bid you adieu
Gary Ask
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