You don't know where the snowflakes fall. They fall from the sky like little specks of snow from the forest. And they turn into raindrops. And the forest weeps and the sky frowns. A thunderstorm is coming, the lightning is shining and. The wind picks up, taking the leaves behind it. It's fall coming and. Summer is retreating. The cold weather will start and winter will come, winter. And there will be snow and blizzards and frost. And the birds have flown south. And the bugs and the spiders have gone their separate ways. So it's winter, winter is coming.
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