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Warmth, rain, mud, flowers and promise.
Heat, sun, action, opportunity, a chance to prove.
Chill, shadows, sunsets, a warning of the end of choices.
Cold, stillness, death, all the mistakes of a barren wasteland exposed.
But always the hope of a clean, covered slate and a new start.
What empty promises are these, Cumberland? The lawn has a crewcut.
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