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Winds of autumn blowing leaves,
They’re slipping through,
Fingertips; winter echoes with frost.
I’ll attempt to hide behind,
Luminous lights dusk,
Shadows hidden, caked with snowflakes.
Though some pause, give thanks,
Manger calls forth.
Star’s magnificence, in blackness calls.
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