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EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISSTTOORRYYY! BEGIN! (Sorry, couldn't resist that.)
Anyways, what you need is somewhere I've appreciated you.
And then Autumn gives in to the cold, unforgiving Winter. She slowly peels away herself, lets the reds and golds drop into nothingness, to be swept away by unfeeling gardeners. Her thin, helpless form is now bowed down by an icy mass of white. Her creatures take shelter in her apron's depths, in little coves and corners. She watches several shiver and take their last breaths. And in her gentle heart, that beats away through the nuts hidden by the little squirrels, she wills Spring to hurry.