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/^N silent field and woodland lies the snow. 
The shroud of Flora dead ? Thou blind, not so; 
For, lo, set thick on leafless shrub and tree. 
Buds of spring's bourgeoning that's soon to be ! 
So friendship's silences— replete with hidden power, 
Anon to issue in fair deeds, as buds in flower. 
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