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The hue of Spring is verdant green,
Living emeralds everywhere seen.
Summer’s face has a radiant glow,
A garden of blossoms rarin’ to grow.
Gaudy pigments paint Fall’s forest,
Its mature colors luminous, lustrous.
But Winter’s visage is a beauty stark,
The snow so white, the bark so dark.
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