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The leaves come down
The leaves come down
And they’re orange and brown
And they fall in the forest
And they tumble in the town
And they clog up the gutters and gather in the grates
They're the colour of butter when they shine on slates
And they crinkle and curl as they silently lie
For this is the time when the leaves all die
In Autumn gales
They are blown and tossed
As the sun tu...
Monday 25th November 2024 8:43 am
The leaves come down
The leaves come down
And they’re orange and brown
And they fall in the forest
And they tumble in the town
And they clog up the gutters and gather in the grates
They're the colour of butter when they shine on slates
And they crinkle and curl as they silently lie
For this is the time when the leaves all die
In Autumn gales
They are blown and tossed
As the sun tu...
Monday 25th November 2024 8:43 am
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