Every dark and stormy cloud has silver as its lining
Every winter holds within it the promises of spring
Even on the darkest night the dawn chorus starts to sing
Even grief can turn to joy when hope is what we bring
Every withered summer flower hides buds of futures rife
Seeds lie gently sleeping though the wind cuts like a knife
Even ice and snow are only temporary strife
For the promises of spring will come again to bring new life
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