One who waits

Crisp grow the leaves all riding the sky
Autumn is here and I am nearby
Breathing the mist they shudder and sigh
Autumn is here and I am nearby
Ice on the ponds, and cold the crows fly
Autumn is here and I am nearby
Old grows the tune, that wildly winds cry:
Autumn is here and I am nearby.

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