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The fresh, young air of Summer
Lies solemnly in wait
For the warm months to again awaken.
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When these glorious months arrive,
The fresh, young air of Summer
Billows excitedly forward
To spend time, yet again,
Caressing young plants, young flowers, young life.
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The cold, stale air of Winter
Lies plotting Fall's demise,
So that it may yet again take over.
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When the Tyranny of Winter continues,
The cold, stale air of Winter
Rules with a frozen fist;
Oppressing, oppressing the life
Of all that is living.