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Seasons
Whether seasons are but two or four,
Can do nothing but a heart abhor.
Snow in spring and heat in wintertide,
Does what hearts can seldomnly abide.
Then a change, a change! It's near at hand,
Glass moves slowly through a narrow sand.
Warm and cold, the rain falls all the year,
Draining blood with thicker Mortal fear.
Will you change the season that brings light?
And replace the deepest human fright.
Can do nothing but a heart abhor.
Snow in spring and heat in wintertide,
Does what hearts can seldomnly abide.
Then a change, a change! It's near at hand,
Glass moves slowly through a narrow sand.
Warm and cold, the rain falls all the year,
Draining blood with thicker Mortal fear.
Will you change the season that brings light?
And replace the deepest human fright.
Published 15th Jan 2010
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