We knew she’d arrived when the leaves turned to gold;
We knew she’d arrived when the wind became cold;
      We knew she’d arrived when the apples turned red
      And a carpet of leaves made a colourful bed.

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Yes, we knew she'd arrived by this colourful blaze
And also, of course, by the shortening days -
      But when Autumn arrives, with her warm cheerful smile,
      All too soon winter follows with stealth and with *guile.

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