The Winter of Our Discontent
Our spirits, which have in winter sagged,
Fell into darkness, where we did despond.
But from our despair, we now shall be dragged,
Like the flowing of our island's river, to the downstream pond.
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The water levels, they go down, but our spirits rise.
Soon comes spring and then comes summer, sun beats through the sky.
The flowers, they all start to open, our harvest it resumes.
Once more the island's in good cheer, gone is winter's gloom.
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And with new tools at our disposal, plants fly through the air.
Bountiful is this season's harvest, we know no more despair.
Goodbye winter, hello summer, Ant Island will stand strong.
We'll stand together in the winter, summer, all year long.
