They sing
of night
and Morning,
the declining day,
the awakening
of dawning skies,
the first
and last
of evening stars,
the kiss of light,
here to stay,
for upon
the woodlands
the color
of life,
the smiles
the touch
of summer gold,
I think
of you,
dear September
for time passes
as you foretold.
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