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| Autumn on Richmond Pass trail |
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| Aspen Gold, the gift of Autumn |
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| Hillsides all aglow |
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| Summer's gone, its heat forgotten Peaks are capped with snow |
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| Gentle breezes tease each leaf So begins the dance |
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| Mellow golden days too brief Hold us in a trance |
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| We'll wander through sunlit groves; clear skies overhead Yellow carpets line the roads where our feet will tread |
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| We'll recall the aspens' gold in the days to come When the wind turns bitter cold, and storm clouds hide the sun |
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| "Aspen Study" |
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| Aspen Study II |
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