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in light of...

my heart belongs to fall
belongs to the
golden red swill
of leaves, cascadeing
from bowed broughs
slowly slipping
slumber so soon
my heart belongs
to the crisp
sing song wind
that revives old memories
and births
younger spirits

the cold majesty of winter
a vague threat

aye,
my heart belongs to fall

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