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Flowers of spring, you bloomed too early, winter rains have not settled in the soil yet. Your frail, bare, green bodies will not survive the cold winds that still howl every night. Be careful, flowers, you might have awaken too tender and too unprepared. The cycle will repeat itself again, but it is not your time yet. Wait, flowers of spring, the right time to bloom to your full glory.