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An Autumn Greeting
«Come,» said the Wind to the Leaves one day.
«Come over

An Autumn Greeting «Come,» said the Wind to the Leaves one day.
the meadow and we will play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold.
For summer is gone and the days grow cold.»

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Autumn leaves
Leaves on the ground are turning,
Yellow, brown and red.
Smoke from the

Autumn leaves Leaves on the ground are turning, Yellow, brown and red.
bonfire burning,
Climbing overhead.
Here comes Autumn to bring the mist and rain.
Summer has gone for another year,
Autumn's here again.

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Falling leaves
All the leaves are falling down,
Orange, yellow, red and brown.
Falling softly

Falling leaves All the leaves are falling down, Orange, yellow, red and
as they do,
Over me and over you.
All the leaves are falling down,
Orange, yellow, red and brown.

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Autumn phrases
damp autumn — сырая осень 
backward autumn — запоздалая осень 
autumn is drawing on

Autumn phrases damp autumn — сырая осень backward autumn — запоздалая осень
—  осень приближается

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Autumn quotations
Autumn’s the mellow time. Осень – сладкое время.
Autumn carries more gold in

Autumn quotations Autumn’s the mellow time. Осень – сладкое время. Autumn carries
its pocket than all the other seasons. – Осень носит больше золота в своих карманах, чем все другие времена года.
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all. ‑Зима – это гравюра, весна – картина акварелью, лето – картина масляными красками, а осень – мозаика из всего этого.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. – Прелестная осень! Моя душа предана ей, и если бы я был птицей —  я бы облетел вокруг земли в поисках места, где осень следует одна за другой.
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale. – Осень всегда была моим любимым временем года. Время, когда все взрывается последней красотой, как если бы природа копила ее весь год для великого финала.