Bring on the spring,
rumble rumble,
make it rage,
rattle that cage,
stormy nights,
flashing lights,
revealing calamity,
for before,
newly growth,
a symphony,
renew begins anew,
for after it's ensue,
flings need to be flung,
for gentler times,
need no confines,
borne from those,
turbulent times.
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