As the sun gets lower The nights grow longer than ever The warmth and joy of Summer Feels like it's gone and returning never Winter moves in with fingers of ice Bringing with it cold and fear Tearing away the last vestige of light Spending its time removing all cheer Breaking the soil, lifting their heads Shoots of flowers, push through the beds The promise of Spring
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