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The leaves are changing color, the sky's a little gray,
And the air is a little cooler bringing crispness to the day.
The harvest is almost over, the garden's nearly done.
And we pack away our summer things as we feel a cooler sun.
County fairs and festivals tickle our fancy
Thoughts of soup and cider start our taste buds dancing.
Autumn comes softly, slowly changing our days
With it's very own cooling and colorful ways.
The leaves and the breeze telling the story...
The season is here in all of its glory!
And the air is a little cooler bringing crispness to the day.
The harvest is almost over, the garden's nearly done.
And we pack away our summer things as we feel a cooler sun.
County fairs and festivals tickle our fancy
Thoughts of soup and cider start our taste buds dancing.
Autumn comes softly, slowly changing our days
With it's very own cooling and colorful ways.
The leaves and the breeze telling the story...
The season is here in all of its glory!