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As the strong blowing wind blow

the bells in the steeples ring

ding, ding, ding

the church bells sing



the morning frost lies across the garden

making the harvest shine with white

it makes my nose bright cherry red



I lie on the floor

next to the warm and cozy fire

its golden glow shimmers across my face

making me fell nice and safe



the trees with leaves that once were green

now are different colours of orange

the fall with ease

almost like they glide through the air



its that time of year agian

that means soon winter will be where

its fall of course

my favorite time of year