灰色天空下的秋日森林與遠方遷徙的大雁

The sky was already breathing autumn, The sun shone less often, The days grew shorter, The mysterious canopy of the forests Uncovered itself with a mournful noise, Fog settled over the fields, A caravan of noisy geese Stretched south: A rather dreary time was approaching; November was already at hand.

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