there is a season for everything under the sun.
there is a season to mourn and a season to dance,
there is a season to drink up peace and dream dreams,
to feel the goodness of earth,
to let the wind comb your hair with wild fingers,
to savor the last sweet drops of color,
to let silence rule the lips,
there is a season to embrace change,
to let breath fill the lungs,
and hope fill the soul.and it is called autumn.
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