A gentle breeze ruffles my hair
Dusk is descending, the moon starts to smile
A chill starts to break in the air
An Indian summer is taking its leave
It graced us with warm afternoons
But now you can feel its about to depart
And frost will be greeting us soon
I wish I could bottle this change in the season
And the feeling it brings as it shifts
A change in the season, a change in my reason
As the heady fun of summertime lifts
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