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How very somber the wind whispers
How dreary the sky cries
Left alone by all other than the three sisters
How slowly the cold dies
How lively the flowers bloom
How sweet the laughters fill the room
How far away seems the sirens of doom
How easily music echoes in the courtroom
How lovely is the arrival of spring
To everyone but the Underworld’s king
“How greedy” he must think of the whole thing.
Winter has died to all but one
Pomegranate seeds being his only strings to his loved one
In spring, the sun is very bright
But no matter how cheerful the hum of the breeze
He grieves in a corner with ignored pleas
Yes the sun may be bright
But it will never be as beautiful as the night
He glanced at her hair under moonlight
The curls, a perfect ring
Tonight the underworld has no king
Tonight he's nothing but Hades in spring.