Pull back those covers, Winter.
Wake up and hear Spring's call.
No use resisting longer,
Throw off your icy pall.
The hopes of man await you,
But will not wait for long.
Approaching solstice marches,
While birds rehearse their song.
Your blanket's served its purpose,
To moisture it dissolves,
You lose this battle every year
As Earth again revolves
Another trip around the sun
Another change is near,
You might as well give way to Spring,
So, Winter, disappear. Doma
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