Spring lays waste to winter,
for the sun shines once again.
Blossoms bud, bloom, and blow about, yet we feel a chill again.
We are immersed in the season as we consider the times to come.

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Spring lays waste to winter,
for the sun shines once again.
Blossoms bud, bloom, and blow about, yet we feel a chill again.
We are immersed in the season as we consider the times to come.
