Sunday, March 20, 2016

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Winter is becoming spring
Everything is turning green
Winter's paths are overgrown
Cold's tyranny is overthrown
Darkness rests his weary head
Hope finds newer roads to tread
Once all that was in reach was dead
Now life is sown in golden threads
Woven through the budding trees
The world is young and we are free.

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