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Serenades of Fallen Leaves

In twilight's hush, the leaves descend,
Soft serenades on whispered gusts,
A dance that has no start, no end,
In twilight's hush, the leaves descend.
With gold and amber, trees extend
A tapestry where silence trusts,
In twilight's hush, the leaves descend,
Soft serenades on whispered gusts.