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When the snow thaws And the icy cracks in the road form rivers It carries away the hopes and dreams Of the children once engrossed In powdery play, capped and gloved, Fingers and toes sheltered from numbing gales That halt the festivities gay. Run now until the end of spring! Head towards the plains, Winter's frost has used up all the hay And the fields are wanting Those nourishing waters to feed for a day. The spring time green is due its place And all will heal by natures grace. The sun will come and go in its waltz with the moon Just as joy plays its hide and seek with gloom.