The browns, reds and golds of autumn lie in the gutter, dead.
Come to witness spring's new hope, born of leaves decaying.
As new life will come from death, love will come at leisure.
Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen.
Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream.
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