Springs looming grey over weeping lands  brings sorrow promise of seeds they once had kept,
Joyful bells will forgone their fate and fade into twilight's Summer set,
Petals of roses will fall with distress and agony in Autumns' silent wish,
Winters lips will form hands of pilgrims prayers and share true loves first kiss...

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