Kender Mourn Song

Always before, the spring returned.
The bright world in its cycle spun
In air and flowers, grass and fern,
Assured and cradled by the sun. 
Always before, you could explain 
The turning darkness of the earth,
And how that dark embraced the rain,
And gave the ferns and flowers birth. 
Already I forget those things,
And how a vein of gold survives
The mining of a thousand springs,
The seasons of a thousand lives.
Now winter is my memory,
Now autumn, now the summer light-
So every spring from now will be
Another season into night.

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