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Midwinter’s Tale: a carol (or carole)
Joyous tidings! Dance and sing! Born, the sun, and with it, Spring! Birth and rebirth, life’s delight: in dark winter’s longest night comes the spark of new year’s light. Joyous tidings! Dance and sing! Life’s bright flame shines through the … Continue reading