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P.S. Стихотворение выпуска:
Leaves of gold and red fall to the ground,
October breeze rustles all around.
Pumpkins carved with faces so bright,
Halloween’s moon casts an eerie light.
The air is crisp, the sky is clear,
The autumn season is finally here.
October, a month of magic and art,
A time for new beginnings to start.
P.S. Стихотворение выпуска:
Leaves of gold and red fall to the ground,
October breeze rustles all around.
Pumpkins carved with faces so bright,
Halloween’s moon casts an eerie light.
The air is crisp, the sky is clear,
The autumn season is finally here.
October, a month of magic and art,
A time for new beginnings to start.