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Ecstatic explosions of shimmering white
Descending and dashing in sounds out of Hell -
The sun shines down so sweetly on the garden that we grew
Where the branches bob and bustle on the breeze -
I love to sit atop a Sussex Down
And gaze at patchwork fields of every hue -
September sun has chased the grey away
And lit the evening sky with golden fire -
Today they say the Summer came to die
A final flood of soft September sun -
The sunshine fell softly to waken the world
October exploding in Autumn's embrace -
There are sparrows sorting seeds beneath a sky that's cold and grey
And a blackbird in the weeds and it's a dismal winter day
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