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Already the sky was breathing in autumn, The sun was shining less often, The day grew shorter, The mysterious shade of the forests With a mournful murmur, And the fog lay upon the fields, The caravan of shrieking geese And the caravan of geese and their cawing caravan Went southward. A rather dull season was coming; November was already at the yard. 🍁🍁🍁 GOOD NIGHT FRIENDS!!! #RandomThoughts

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