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As summer ends in all but the mind,
Days and nights turn into a different kind.
Morning mists and an early moon,
Herald the coming of the year’s end soon.
Autumn flatters the fading trees,
Painting golden their dying leaves.
Winter waits just days away,
With its threatening clouds of snowy grey.
As seasons pass and slip from view,
So does life for me and maybe you.
Changing seasons entombed in time,
Mirroring the life of both yours and mine.
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