

On "Autumn Wind..."Lights are fires and leaves are flowers In the year's most vibrant hour; Valleys low to treetop towers, Watch the wonder of our power! We paint hues of red and gold To celebrate the stories told Of those strong, kind, wise, brave and bold; For them, our paintings we unfold. Now, winter's dreary - often tragic - Spring's so short we barely have it - Summer is anticlimactic; Autumn is the time for magic.On "Autumn Wind..."
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~ Erin
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Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist.
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