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''Come, little leaves,'' Said the wind'' One day; ''Come o'er the meadow With me and play, Put on your dresses, ''Of red and gold, For summer is past, ''And the days grow cold!' |
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I also work at St Louis' busiest mall, the place where the beautiful
people shop When summer comes, the dress gets less as I say every year,"I DO love summer" |
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