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ANOTHER SEASON,
COMES TO AN END,
WINTERS DAYS NOW PASSING.
TREES LONG BARE,
SHOW NEW LIFE,
SPRINGTIME NOW IS CALLING.
BRANCHES FILL,
WITH FRESH FORMED BUDS,
THEIR COLOR REDDISH HUES.
THE LANDSCAPE IN TRANSITION,
SOON THE BUDS WILL BURST..
FROM WINTERS GRAY,
TO COLORS SPRING..
TRANSFORM OH MOTHER EARTH.
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FROM BARE TO BLOOM
FROM BARE TO BLOOM
