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When the morning took its stand, after the fog left the town,
Leaving the autumn cobwebs filled with water diamonds.
The little drops jingled on the tree’s crown,
Playing with the wind tunes roaming on the forest highlands.
Ruffled leaves hid the deep shadows and secrets,
Dancing in the musical sequence.
The birds called the autumn to come.
They asked to bring the colors to glum.