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Spring was just getting ready
To slip on her new green frock,
But something went terribly wrong;
For now she wears only bare rocks
Sticking up out of the snow,
Like the hand, of a drowning man,
And a snow blanket covers the Lilac,
While softly cocooning the land.
To say that it's just rare beauty
Can't show all it's pristine power;
For all it's downplayed elegance,
Now I can't find one smiling flower.
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