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The leaves are dropping, trains are stopping

The traveller sighs and whines,

For work he’s late

He really hates

The leaves upon the line.

The leaves are falling, people sprawling

Although they’ve walked with care,

It’s causing slips

And broken hips

And pain that’s hard to bear.

The leaves descending, joy unending

Yellow, brown and gold,

A heavenly sight

Of colours bright

A pleasure to behold