Anew

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"A new beginning is due!" says the wise radio weatherman,

Yet for all I can see, the gloom of winter still does stand;

The wind is cold and breathless, each tree bare and wan

The sun for sure is not smiling, or helping anyone's tan.

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Dark clouds on the prowl I watch as the rain comes dripping down,

It's that kind of grey evening, that they write sad songs around;

If I were the worrying type, my face sure would wear a frown

A thousand morose thoughts would spring, at thunder's rumbling sound.

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What then is, you may ask, my way to beat the blues?

One of these days, I say, the old man's words will ring true;

Melancholy doesn't last forever, even the deepest possible hues

Wake up to brilliant green you will, no telling where winter flew.

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The season of hope, the season of promise, may be biding its time,

Once spring's here you'll see, sadness ain't worth a dime.