The leaves are bloody red,
The cheerful color laughing, though they're dead,
Fall has come again, Death's last images making fun
Of the sombre attitude until it's done.
Falling, falling, falling down, their broken carcases litter the ground,
Rake the bodies, rake them into a fluttery mound.
The cheerful color laughing, though they're dead,
Fall has come again, Death's last images making fun
Of the sombre attitude until it's done.
Falling, falling, falling down, their broken carcases litter the ground,
Rake the bodies, rake them into a fluttery mound.
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very short, but gets the point across^^