AN AUTUMN RIDDLE

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They are seen on the trees,
They are seen on the ground,
They are seen in the air,
Whirling softly around;
They sing rustling songs
As our footsteps they hear,
And their name is well known,
For they come every year.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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