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An august is a forerunner of the autumn.

there are the first leaves on the grass.

the sky is quiet there are flashes of blue are on it.

there a white trace fancies me.

joy and light are in my heart.

I fondle flowers with my eye,

i go and music sounds for me

like soft sweetness.

young ravens crow,

they take wing.

My heart is full

of peace and warm.