Season's Life

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 Proclaim!

Seek!

A thread of doubt lingers about

Such a fine strand ask me

Woe is me!

Not of a troubled life

But the wine's aged a millenium ago

The tea is grey - the bottle broken

Woe is me!

A dove's cry for flight is only blinded by Summer's light

Summer's light?

Shall I inqured the depth of this girl's light

An impurity mustn't it be?

A darling girl's string cut into threes - no - only four remain

Shall we name the three?

Aye, we shall

The original must stay Summer

Only followed by a twin called by Spring

And the other two?

They shall be opposites of the two

Cold and dreary Winter that falls behind ominous Fall

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