The year's final performance is here
The leaves rustle in the breeze as if in applause
The garden puts on its final show
Before saying goodbye and goodnight
Red, gold, and coral brilliance
As far as the eye can see
I open my eyes wide...wider
To take it all in, to remember all of its beauty
But my eyes can't seem to open wide enough
So we gather souvenirs and keepsakes of this season's show
As reminders of its splendor
Until its arrives again.
Until its arrives again.
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