What will it take, as winter's solstice nears,
to lure the sun back into our lives,
to call the brown bear from his cave,
to find the courage in this looming dark
to dance, and sing, and play the lute
in confidence that spring and light
will visit us again?
A babe, a star, a cry in the night
and hope is born anew...
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