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Our planets rotate around the sun
At such unfathomable speeds
While the tallest of plants
May sprout from the tiniest of seeds
And I cry out to God
Of what tomorrow may bring
As the cardinal recounts in winter
The splendor of the coming Spring
And decides, once again, to sing.

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