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| Fresh as satin, Pure as snow Winter's treasure now unfolds Silent sunrise, heaven sent Daybreak glories, mustered breath Twilight chilling, rest anewed Crimson spilling o'er drops of dew Chaste and pure, the morning falls Autumn bows to Winter's call |
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