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Every year it's born anew;

The icy chill, the frozen hue;

When gold withdraws and silvers rule;

When days divide and nights times two.



And on each year my soul sheds tears;

For sadness felt through these past years;

For moments lost, and shattered cheers;

For unsought happier frontiers.







But then the sky begins to fall,

And suddenly I soon recall,

The reason each year my pain recedes,

The reason I smile and joy impedes.



The feel of warmth, the sounds of love,

The sight of clear skies high above;

To know that once when I was small

I knew an embrace that fulfilled it all.



And even though my family's broken

I hold these memories as my token,

That one day I will embrace another,

And on that day, I'll succeed my mother.