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Not knowing what the times sing, we,
Forest flames well before spring, we,
Our joy of life nowhere in sight,
At festive times fidgeting we.
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Life’s not just a stray piece of time
Given to us, reason nor rhyme,
It has a full spectrum of shades--
Far violets to infra reds,
A journey and rare odyssey,
Seldom do we live all alive,
And set off...
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