a-wither, awoken

the spit of snow all a-glitter each moment of daylight we’ve lost reminds me the world is a-wither and the flowers are all claimed by the frost

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the spit of snow all a-glitter
each moment of daylight we’ve lost
reminds me the world is a-wither
and the flowers are all claimed by the frost

but with breezes we soon shall be woken
and the birds shall return with the spring
the darkness at last shall be broken
and sunlight once more shall king

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