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glory, sunshine breaks an iron grip,
Winter's steely fearful frost has finally begun to slip.
Much more cowardly than any groundhog,
I emerge,
To drink, replenish, marvel at the resent surge
Of hope and light, an end to dark despair,
Sudden awareness, all around me seems so fair.
The heart once dark, now lightens like some feather,
I know such change does not depend on merely
weather.
But whether answer lies a yea or nay,
So that I can hope to wake to see another day.
One might ask me, what kind of way is this to live,
My answer, yes! that's all I've now to give.
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