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Up in the trees there's a gentle sigh,
Leaves of yellow, of crimson, of brown,
Saying Good-bye!' as they flutter down.
Of the leaves that ne'er will be green again –
Leaves of chestnut, of hawthorn and lime,
For the leaves are whispring, "Good-bye, good-bye',
Up in the trees there's a golden rain
Falling from branches of summer-time.
Under the boughs is a carpet bright,
Which the leaves have made in a single night,
Prown of nak leaves, and yellow ash
the leaves are falling because​

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