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The beauty of spring is in many songs, but often winter is seen all wrong. Offers of grandeur occur on chilly days. Icicles provide a magical maze. Red berries prosper in glorious view, coloring the world with a brilliant hue. White of snow, a purity cover, a fresh path for hand-holding lovers. Days are short, dark nights linger on, a fireplace and cuddling until the dawn. Don’t dismiss winter to get to spring; each has their own unique gift to bring.
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