The chill in the air,the decaying scent all round that is the falling,dying leaves last refrain,
eternal cleansing of the old
summer into fall,the noreaster wind so cold
the tread mark heavy, left on the soul
brutal the breath that bites so deep
visions of life's grandeur, fallen now forever the frosty ground to keep
to savor the feel,to remember,no regret
for it is the doom of all mankind that he shall forever forget
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