The grass is the same
On the other side of the world
The sun shines more warmly
Brown leathery leaves quiver
A gentle breeze stirs
A red ball whirls through the air
Palm trees in straight lines
Autumn, in Spring [o]
The grass is the same
On the other side of the world
The sun shines more warmly
Brown leathery leaves quiver
A gentle breeze stirs
A red ball whirls through the air
Palm trees in straight lines
Autumn, in Spring [o]
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