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As autumn comes, I stay behind and gather sounds she leaves for me.
She sings, be gentle, be kind, this is not always easy.
But if a man should ask for more, dont be afraid to give.
And when he dares not ask at all, then offer what you have.
She shows me pine and cedar tree.
Magnolia, yew, and Tamarisk.
The evergreen is ever free.
I hear her, I remember this.
I shuffle with October leaves and worn out wings of butterflies.
Through water whispers grokking weeds, I sing her autumn lullaby.