Autumn

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When you see your own breath in the morning
And the leaves have completed their turn
At the bottom of many a garden
Bonfires burn
When the swallows have packed up and left us
When you hear the first rut of the deer
When Jack Frost has begun to paint windows
Autumn's here

So even trees will shed their domes
That's when the toadstools wear their crowns

When the hedges are studded with rubies
Pumpkin faces will start to appear
There is really no point in denying
Autumn's here

There is really no point in denying
Autumn
Autumn is here