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Autumn, through your music-magic,
Wind and sky, they got delighted.
Heaps of nectar from blue yonder
Brightened Earth's existence.
The rivers with water brimming,
Plants and trees in verdant beauty,
Fruits and flowers with scent of honey...
They aroused a golden dream.
In sweet clouds silver-colored,
Every aspiration wakened,
Racing speedily is every penchant...
Everything was made to dance toward Him.
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Autumn's melody is a pied piper; it entices us toward Him.
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