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I like that autumn always allows
 The sun to burn like summer - in September.  
I like to see the colorful leaves,
 The trees remain bare 
And the green color changes.  

It gets dark early,
 My shirt needs a jacket over. 
 Hot tea should be in any hand,
 Less cold beer in bars, clubs and terrace. 

In autumn, the trees shake their fruits. 
 Autumn, the time when the wine 
Is first sweet and then bitter,
Changing the taste fast.