The leaves tell stories as they drift down,
whispering secrets of warm embraces and lost serenades.
Listen, oh how the ancients must have danced,
to the rhythm of a world swathed in amber.
"In the twilight where dreams meet the sun's last glow, whisper an autumn song upon the winds..."A cacophony of unsung songs lies hidden in their descent,
each leaf a note, a global symphony growing hushed yet loud.
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