From the bare and lifeless branches
Springs forth abundant joy;
Each tree, to make an impression,
Their best colors deploy.
As I sit lost in my winter,
With all my branches bare,
I know that soon my joy will flourish;
For your spring’s in the air.
You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.
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