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Change of seasons. Change of pace
Budding leaves on trees showing life's trace
Cold still on the ground several feet high
But the world's waking up, we are still alive
A constant factor, an evergreen
A heedy feeling, this freedom ring
What will come and what will be new
A mile over and it's as if on the moon
The magma glowing and the floor shifting out
This closing on the past and the leaving of doubt
What do you offer now? What can you bring?
To pull me out from this snug shell again

Last updated: 2015-2-17

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