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From gnarled winter branches, bitter from the frigid freeze, sping blossoms. Delicate petals, vivid with youth, fluttering freely on the breeze. Bedgrudging thorns pierce their fragile grace with a false tenderness. Red nectar drips, sorrowfully, regretfully, from branch to branch, and is swallowed by the last of winter's snow. No references =] [keywords:Tournament 2008 Advanced Tools/Solo]

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