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"Yet Never Say Die" by Joe DiMino If I were to look And judge entirely By temporary truth, That the rose withers And the trees Bare skeleton No leaf to hide Appear protesting The light, Then I would say, In the end All succumbs To winter and night; But I have seen From the seed A return of the cry- As that wise infant When born seems An old spirit On the new fly, Knowing the glory And power of wings With seeming Endless sky Perhaps then And only then Would I admit Of seasons Yet never Say "Die!"