You asked me why the leaves still hadn't come out yet,
and I told you that they were biding their time,
saving their pretty surprises just for you
What a nice thought

I had lied.
Spring and winter are rivals,
and winter knows that it's growing old
fighting for temporal territory

You would find it all out later,
after I'd contorted everything in the process of simplifying it

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