"I wrote a poem in a stormy autumn
About things I've never forgotten.
Colorful leaves
Were falling from the trees.
Wind was blowing through my hair
Felt this cold and crisp air.
I went to the woods
Took my pen and my notebooks.
I wrote a poem in a stormy autumn
About things I've never forgotten."
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About things I've never forgotten.
Colorful leaves
Were falling from the trees.
Wind was blowing through my hair
Felt this cold and crisp air.
I went to the woods
Took my pen and my notebooks.
I wrote a poem in a stormy autumn
About things I've never forgotten."



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