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leaves start their fall... gray with the whiteness of what's dead
the wintry frost comes crawling
freezing all life that's on it's way
the first dead leaves come falling,
hovering in the air with the rain
i feel the flaming frost...
i feel the burning ice and snow for the first time
since the night was taken away
alive no more... what once was green has turned to red
leaves lightly fall... gray with the whiteness of what's dead.
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