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Snowstorm was blowing through whole earth

With no a limit.

A candle burned on the table,

A candle burned.

Like summer time the swarm of bugs

To flame attracted,

Snowflakes flew out from the yard

To window glasses.

The blizzard sculptured on the glass

And circles, and narrows.