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                                                        Goes the leaf beneath my boot               

                                                       Under my feet; October’s space; Crunch

                                                Crunch; My favorite place; Crunch crunch, See

                                              the orange, See the yellow, Pumpkin lights, And

                                              apple whites; I don’t feel such a fright; For my

                                          home is with October nights; Moon so high 

                                      Crunch crunch; And ghosts so small; Crunch

                                    Crunch; I always return; Crunch crunch; Every

                                     fall! Smell the spice; A feeling so nice, Like a

                                    room with walls of gold, these streets of

                            straw and winds made cold. Feels like a mansion,

                                 crunch crunch, full of skeleton portraits,

                                   crunch crunch, A meal with only

                                      soup, crunch crunch, is my

                                            favorite fortress.

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