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cfaa7-hpim3098Spring comes
Because it can’t not come.
And so
In turn
Each season comes
Because it must
And gives way to the next
As its place on the rim
Of the Wheel of the Year
Rolls over the land
And leave its imprint
Summer
Fall
Winter
And
Spring comes
Because it can’t not come.

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