Spring is what I need;

To no longer waste away

In the deaths of souls

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That I cannot comfort.

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I need the warm rain

Rain to wash away the hurt

And sadness and grief –

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That I cannot cast from my mind.

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I need death to fade

And the warm sun to welcome -

For I to welcome

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The new, so I can breathe once more.

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Cuts will be mended,

Tears will mix with rain and be

Insignificant

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When I can see spring coming.

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Thunder will shake the

Cement from our heavy hearts

And flowers will bloom

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Upon their souls, more beautiful than

Any other.