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Free droplets descending from icicle lashes

Sweet dew spreading through delicate pastures

Chatoyant glimmers across once-dull plains

A fresh sun to diminish Winter's death-pains


Hurt leaves as do the sharp ice splinters

Let your heart thaw like that of the grass as it limbers

Alter your thoughts from dark to light

Find the stars in the never-ending night


As sure as you are bound to find pain again

It is advisable to strike a bright flame

For as long as you keep up thy dropping chin

You will find your voice in the din

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