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Down! Down! Down, down! Yellow and brown The leaves are falling Over the town. |
| The sunflower
children
Nod to the sun. Summer is over, Fall has begun. |
| "Come, little
leaves," said the wind one day,
"Come o'er the meadows with me and play: Put on your dresses of red and gold - For summer is gone and the days grow cold." |
| Red leaves and
yellow leaves
Orange leaves and brown, Leaves are dancing everywhere Happily dancing down. |
| November
No sunshine, lots
of rain,
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