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The Three Seasons of Fall

7/6/2021

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At first I will come to you
Only at night
Slip through your window
And leave when it's light.

Then you will find me
Awake in the day,
Soon I'll consume
Everything in my way.

Finally I'll leave you
Quiet as I came.
You'll question my motives
We both will be changed.
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