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Radiant in its oppression Whispers of its beauty In the wee hours of the night it cries Tarnation damnation Fare thee well I bid you adieu Tis midnight the first day of spring Now is it's dying time l
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Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 9:50 PM UTC
It springs eternal
Radiant in its oppression Whispers of its beauty In the wee hours of the night it cries Tarnation damnation Fare thee well I bid you adieu Tis midnight the first day of spring Now is it's dying time l
Willyum
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Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 9:50 PM UTC
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