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Imagination
As the mornings grow colder
The seasons unfold
Autumn is coming
But we never grow old
A full moon is rising
Now the waxing, now wane
Then the new moon greets us
We are children again
The star canopy delights us
Hidden fireflies excite
Running through the forest
Dreaming together tonight
The sun rise tomorrow
In the cool autumn breeze
Will fill our minds again
And plant a new seed
Finding hidden paths
We navigate the way
Holding hand in hand
To the myth of old age
The seasons unfold
Autumn is coming
But we never grow old
A full moon is rising
Now the waxing, now wane
Then the new moon greets us
We are children again
The star canopy delights us
Hidden fireflies excite
Running through the forest
Dreaming together tonight
The sun rise tomorrow
In the cool autumn breeze
Will fill our minds again
And plant a new seed
Finding hidden paths
We navigate the way
Holding hand in hand
To the myth of old age
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