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Send us Fan MailColdCrispand cold, the morningslipping,from night and stars,the opening day, yet foretold, For dawn, her light,is awakening low,in creases of sky,the opening hour,in colours bright,and winter gold.For an eastern windis lifting light,to dreams,to daylight, the birth of Spring,in the tearful darkof winter’s eyes,crisp and gold,that Marchin rain,and storm will bring.  [email protected]