The fall of denile
There 's a fall that comes every season,
Like pleasing to every reason, Every life
have pleasant meaning. The sun, shines
the rain falls, the winter chill feels likely as,
the shiver pauses the gentle win. The fall of
denial sits in. Is, there a common friend within
the season that reign coldness within. A smile
A grin, chin, chin a hand summer doeth lend.
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