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Oh Brave Winter

They hummingbird may take to her wing,
she chooses to whom she quietly sings.
The summer day weeps for the love he has lost,
The breeze in the trees have brought with them frost.
Weeping, the willow is lonely again,
reaching her leaves for a comforting friend.
The willow tree tears as the summer day cries,
they each wonder why nobody replies.