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The Fall Is Not Gloomy At All
Autumn is a sad time, — Pushkin used to say.
But I sing and dance catching the autumn ray.
I dance near the fire and burn all my sorrow,
Happiness, peace, and calmness I’ll borrow.
You know that every fallen leaf
But it frees the place in your heart
For happiness, beauty, and fine art.
Wednesday 13th November 2024 10:47 am
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