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We knew she’d arrived when the leaves turned to gold;

We knew she’d arrived when the wind became cold;

    We knew she’d arrived when the apples turned red

    And a carpet of leaves made a colourful bed.

 

Yes, we knew she'd arrived by this colourful blaize

And also, of course, by the shortening days -

    But when Autumn arrives, with her warm cheerful smile,

    All too soon winter follows with stealth and with guile.

 

 

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