Of the gold and the myrrh
The wise kings bring
The frankincense of blooming things
Filtering the darkness
While the children sleep
Spring looks like their childish dream
Their last memory before the light
Of the invisible world dissolves
Into colorful flowery forms
The majesty of their green faces
Climbing out of the frozen earth
How many springs will it take
For us children to make
A truly risen spring
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