The yellow and brown are coming ... I'll sing through the streets and cafes on this beautiful morning: "Autumn in New York. That brings the promise of new love. Autumn in New York. Is often mingled with pain. Dreamers with empty hands. They sigh for exotic lands ..." Now, just coffee and internet! Walking, looking, no thinking, singing " Autumn in New York...".
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