When Winter releases its grip
The fallen wood will thaw
The frosted air blows in from the North
To bring life back strong
Look to the risen Moon
Woken from its sleep
Casting Shadows on the hill
A lone howl in the night
Trace the footsteps to the cave
Where Sleep and Death call home
The scent of Poppies draws in
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