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FACE THE SUN,
CLOSE ONES EYES,
FEEL THE WARMING RAYS.
NOT SPRINGTIME WARM,
NOT SUMMER HOT,
NOR AUTUMN SUNNY DAYS.
WARM ENOUGH..
FELT ON ONES FACE,
ON A WINTER DAY.
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WINTERS SUN
WINTERS SUN
