The wind blows through the autumn leaves
A light south western, gentle breeze
A watery sun trickles through the trees
Rustling in the light south western, gentle breeze
Children laugh as they play in the sun
Grown ups walk, talk, while all sorts of dogs run
Because this is September, an autumn day
And somehow all the rain clouds have run away
We find our place in the watery sun
To eat, talk, love, enjoy some late summer fun
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