Without those forces
Perturb for change
Would there be, old for new
No interchange.
Appeased by threats, on
Dead safeness act
Timid in love take strength
In this bowed fact:
Earth, spring-pledged who wears
Thyme for valour
First saw off frights, autumn's.
Winter's face, dour.
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