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As Autumn Passes


Green grass has turned to gold,
the trees are turning bare
as mists wander the mountain-tops.

Grey waves carry foreign tales
onto the rough and rocky shores
as rain slowly drizzles down.

Warmed by the flame of burning peat,
in my lonesome cottage I sit
as autumn slowly passes.


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