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Jan 27
Woosh
The autumn wind plays it's game
Little leaves
Lots of fame
The cold air crisp at dawn.

Woosh
A little boy walks alone
His favorite toy
His little boat
A little leaf blows to him

Woosh
Goes the Autumn wind
Written by
Clover
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       Immortality, Rick, Emma, --- and Ben Noah Suri
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