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Change In Seasons

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In winter's crude night
Did chill seize me at my will.
In its strength did it drag me in fury
To which I stumbled out.
Then, the sound of spring overtakes me still,
Crashing for it's race of new grass,
Dripping in it's wet stone,
With its head held high,
Only to be hurled against the bitter rain






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