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When burnished trees of speckled red and gold,
bedeck the countryside with autumn fire,
my thoughts drift lovingly to one I hold,
more dear than treasure which rich men acquire.
When shorter days give way to winter's bite,
then comforted by fantasies I dream,
and chase away the loneliness of night
with thoughts of one I hold in high esteem.
When spring returns with regularity,
the world then offers newborn hopefulness,
and dreams could assume sweet reality,
if Fate would smile and kindly acquiesce.
Life passes by too swiftly, but with love,
each day is spent as in Heaven above.