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Not the end

Falling leaves

Growing shadows

Crisp winds

Frosty meadows

Skies of gray

Winter is near

Colors so warm

All disappear

The cold dreary darkness

A blanket of snow

But even in winter

One thing still grows

Springtime is coming

No need to fear

The cold and the darkness

Will soon disappear

Mountains of snow

Make it so hard to cope

But one thing still grows

That one thing is hope

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