The sweet breeze of early autumn
Solemnly shifting
Still warm, still warm, still warm
And I am shifting too
Allowing myself to soften
If only for a moment
Before the leaves are gone
And the sun hangs low
When golden hour ceases
I hope I remember
How it feels to glow
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