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That crisp air is so familiar It hits me and I feel at home The colors of red The colors of orange The colors of yellow Fall onto the ground They crunch with every step The familiar sound The cinnamon The pine trees The chimneys I smell them all The smell of smoke in cool air Is so delightful My favorite
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
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That crisp air is so familiar It hits me and I feel at home The colors of red The colors of orange The colors of yellow Fall onto the ground They crunch with every step The familiar sound The cinnamon The pine trees The chimneys I smell them all The smell of smoke in cool air Is so delightful My favorite
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Hungarian
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
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