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The sun goes down on the horizon, coloring the earth, of red and orange, with its rays, while the falling leaves cover the ground in an embrace, lulled by a fresh and light breeze. Poem (C): Me “Autumn Regrets by”(C): John Atkinson Grimshaw “Autumn Gold”(C): John Atkinson Grimshaw “Autumn Colouring”(C): Edward Wilkins Waite “New England, Autumn Landscape”(C): by John Joseph Enneking “A Woo…