The seasons' steadfast clock is now slowly
Ticking in time with spring's flickering light:
Which soon will pour out in myriad streams:
To reveal green kingdoms of sweet delights.
Winter's long shadows are fading from view.
Bitter winds are gradually ceasing.
For a desolate world is being renewed.
Soon the birds will begin to softly sing.
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