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Seasons promise
Trees in silent strength stand bare
Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring
Though winter keeps them in its icy glare
Desolate landscapes bare the scars of winter's sting
And hardly a creature utters a sound
Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring
Days are bleak with gray skies all around
While icicles hang from window sills
And hardly a creature utters a sound
As life stands still in winter's chill
Those sunny days are hard to find
While icicles hang from window sills
Cold winds blow with storms that blind
But the hope of spring does not decline
Those sunny days are hard to find
As weary creatures look for a sign
Trees in silent strength stand bare
But the hope of spring does not decline
Though winter keeps them in its icy glare
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