The days are shorter as the year grows old;
Summer’s lease ends as autumn days unfold;
Golden leaves foreshadow December’s chill;
Yet these misty mornings move me still;
But soon will arrive the winter snows;
And I’ll be melancholy when October goes.
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I thought you were launching into Forever Autumn for a second.
Oh yeah… Forgot about that.
Mmmmm, time to migrate for winter m’thinks.