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SEASONS The irrefutable cycles of the seasons Brings spring once again. An old man's memory is jogged. He Knows his rebirth won't be As obvious. He knows his springs are past. Maybe the seasons create a lust for life That cannot ever be satisfied. For We can do nought but grow older while Years are reborn in a noticeable sequence. To ignore the year's dilemma, however, Is the thing. To be able to see your Winter as the last. Your spring a mere Dream that might occur. To die is to Be reborn. To avoid rebirth is divine.