Marie Granelli:
Fatal flower garden
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Oh, arm and arm we are
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As autumn’s magic
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There’s nothing in life quite like autumn..
Marie Granelli:
It’s interesting that autumn is beautiful; yet everything is dying
Marie Granelli:
November again
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oh it is the autumn light
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When nature is all aglow.
Marie Granelli:
November will arrive hastily
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Now in November
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My version of November
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Ensam fjäder
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The river this November afternoon
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November garden
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November morning
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AUTUMN SONATA
Marie Granelli:
To put it simply: Autumn is the most poetic time of year
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Late autumn
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It was a very lovely November morning
Marie Granelli:
Höstsonaten
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Her best red dress
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..the way leaves fall in Autumn.
Marie Granelli:
November days
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And the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and autumn was awakened
