While summer heaves it's last dull light.
The stark contrast of amber hues,
Attacks the senses with bliss near fright.
Alas, the time does fly so fast,
The frigid wind will blow.
The faithful friend will speak his last,
And into nothing fearless go.
But fear not the bitter cold,
The danger of the night,
For, although the bastions pale,
You will not be without a light.
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