This time of the year is here again.
Robert Frost, 1923
Nothing gold can stay.
Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to day.Nothing gold can stay.

Чудесная осень!
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