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Autumn
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Mediu
The leaves were rustling under our footsteps
We remembered the sound of water splashing
And the strong heat of the sun
Our hearts kept racing as fast as before
The alchemist in the story we read had tried to make gold
The leaves were turning from green to bright yellow
We could turn the cold inside the apartment
Into warmth of words and caresses
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