At winter's end

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At winter's end, new leaves appear; Old ones get shed. Spring has come to the door In the cadence of dance. Prancing with plaits aplenty, Braids get disarrayed. At winter's end, flowerless trees Get loaded with buds. Expecting the snow to melt, Every sapling peeps out with a smile. In their nests, the birds sing Your song, All sporting new attire.

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