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Winter Sun | ||
| Winter sun is pale but clear As the end of year draws near. Things take on a clarity That was meant for you to see. Naked trees give up the view So you see the real milieu. Meditate upon the past And the things God made to last. Dream of what is yet to be As you seek your destiny. | ||
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