this time of year

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it is this time of year-
when i can't leave the house
without a jacket,
when my skin gets lighter and
my hair goes brown
from lack of sunlight,
when the days get dark
and the nights get cold,
when the colors have gone silent,
and the streets have gone empty,
that is when i begin
to think about falling in love.

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