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The falling leaves drift by my window The falling leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leaves start to fall Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leaves start to fall I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leaves start to fall detailmaximizer, midjourneyv6.1, <lora:aidma-Image Upgrader-v0.1:0.5> <lora:aidmaMidjourneyV6.1-v0.1:0.8> fixl-art ziprealism