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Scamper, little leaves, about,
In the warm September sun;
I can hear the old wind shout,
Laughing, laughing, as you run.

By and by to rest you'll go,
Weary of your lively play;
Still the same old wind will blow,
Laughing in the same old way.
Scamper, little leaves, about,   In the warm September sun;   I can hear the old wind shout,   Laughing, laughing, as you run.      By and by to rest you'll go,   Weary of your lively play;   Still the same old wind will blow,   Laughing in the same old way.
 
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