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It beats, in leaps and heaps
It cycles, circles and lapses
Brown leaves of tricks and treats
Mild days, cold nights, coffee and tea
From the Mountains to the sea
Autumn arrives, the wind weeps
Over many roofs, rain crashes
The smell of pumpkin and cinnamon in the air dances
Spreading the prelude of winter, inviting charm and curious trances
Come forth Fall, fill with joy our halls