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THE SNOWS NEAR GONE,
THE SEASONS CHANGE,
WINTERS GRASP NOW FLEETING.
BLUEST SKIES..
THAT HURT THE EYES,
DAYS OF SHORT NOW PASSING.
ARTIC AIR..
ITS COLD CHILLED BLASTS,
JUST A WINTERS MEMORY.
THE FIRST BUDS SEEN,
THE SONGBIRDS SING,
SPRING...
IT DOES NOW CALL US.
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WINTERS GRASP IS FLEETING
WINTERS GRASP IS FLEETING
