In the season of fall,
when leaves start to drop,
I met a girl, so lovely and tall,
my heart skipped a beat, didn't want it to stop.
Her hair was golden like the sun,
her eyes sparkled like the stars above,
I was sure, she was the one,
I was lucky to have her love.
But just like the leaves on the trees,
our time together came to an end,
now I am left with memories,
of a love that could not bend.
As I watch the autumn leaf fall,
I think of her, and what we had,
and though our love may be small,
the memories will always make me glad.
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