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Within the crimson sunset
Lies the chance of winter's blanket Pulling itself over the earth. In a season of opposites, Frost increases the comfort of warm; The voice of a happy child in snow enhances quiet. A blithe spirit glides through the mountains, Wishing for the first thaw, So that the flowers may once again come out to play.
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