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You cannot change what someone else does--you can only alter your own reaction.
The seasons will come and go--you, o mortal, can do nothing to fiddle with the strings of time.
You can only hope to change your outlook on it--instead of seeing how everything seems to slowly die in the fall, look at the colors of impending death. Find them beautiful.
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