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Winter is here
but the evenings are still warm ;
How does that matter ,
when the season , in this heart
is unchanging ?
I wonder,
if spring is far away !
Not too far perhaps ;
I have come
a long weary way ;
And I can walk some more .
Only sometimes
I ask myself,
if I am not losing the sight
of what I have set for
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13 Dec 1958
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