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Deep discontent made inglorious by sun’s torque; Darkest hours before dawn does my soul contort. Grayest clouds upon sky-scape, proclaim winter’s hold; Solstice of dark winter embraces with death’s cold. Lifetime till fair equinox with its vernal cheer: Dormant shall lie the earth till springtime does appear. We circle in our orbit through celestial sphere, and curse the dreaded dreariness that comes each year.