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Hope (part 2)

The cold crisp air hovers around the dormant branch But upon its thin fingers, there lies A bud of hope Pointing off course, searching for the light. This too, shall also see the dusk. And the brave sun of spring will push against The might of winter, and the black birds will sing To see you bloom again once more.

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