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It’s sad; I know that autumn is here Winds are cold though nights are clear How hard it is to bring to mind Last spring and summer warm and kind No longer strolling through the park No more listening to the lark Too soon it seems its all gone by Sun shining down from cloudless sky Now nights are long and days are short It’s back to football’s winter sport Now comes the time to look ahead To snow and ice and noses red Migrating birds have left our shores Carpets of leaves upon the floors Hedgehogs do the wisest thing They go to sleep until its spring But us, we have to wrap up well And with luck, you just can’t tell That if we take it day by day Quite soon we will find we are back in May. 
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