time flies
and in the autumn
its passing is measured
in breezes
upon golden oak leaves
out of reach
until, as we, they fall
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time flies
and in the autumn
its passing is measured
in breezes
upon golden oak leaves
out of reach
until, as we, they fall
the blighters rock 
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