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THE GOLDEN-RED LEAVES
Faith Kelley
For you golden-reds are cherished,
You golden-red leaves.
Stay with me my golden-reds.
Stay with me please.
For the air is much colder,
And it's getting hard to breathe.
Stay with me you golden-reds.
Stay with me please.
For the sky is getting darker,
When it normally is light.
Stay with me you golden-reds.
Stay with me please.
For the world is ever changing,
And it never quite stands still.
Would you stay with me my golden-reds?
Would you stay with me please?