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You are crazy,
Autumn!
youre so fair!
Oh what a colour dance! What an amaze!
Bewitching me, you must be unaware
That youve already seen your days.
Yes, of course, I know it
Says the Autumn
And I know my age is but a span.
But they call me golden, and you ought to
Understand it well, you funny man.
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