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The sun is dancing on the sea
Kissing the waves as they touch the shore
A shower of colour on the beach
I see footprints leading me
Where the crowds of Summer are no more
The warmth that drew them is out of reach
The vines behind me look so mellow
Shades of bronze and gold and yellow
Quick it's dusk we must keep warm
Ready to brace the Winter's storm
There's the moon bright in the clear Autumn sky
A perfect day is drawing to a close.
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