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Seasons come and season go;
Rivers wane and rivers flow.
Yet when hearts and souls entwine,
Then love may blossom 'pon the vine.

Winds may chill and leaves may fall;
Snow may blanket this ancient ball.
No matter the changes, no matter how cold;
True love may kindle as hearts grow bold.

Deep in the darkest, gloomiest night,
Where shadows lurk an creatures afright,
A spark of light bursts into being,
Lighting the darkness with hope of seeing.

Whence comes this spark to offer hope?
To steady our hand, that we need not grope?
Tis love alone canst light our way,
An offer hope of coming day.

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