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ОглавлениеA Dreary Day
Such a dreary day,
On a cold and wintery December
The sun stays in, it refuses to shine.
Only its silhouette you can see,
But not its rays on this wintery December,
A dense blanket of cloud
Offered itself, a shadow gloom.
The wind lays still and silent.
Not a moving patch of cloud,
No fluttering of the leaves.
The trees stand without a sway,
No birds in the sky to hunt or play
On this cold dreary day.
The rain is falling constantly
But never reaches the earth.
It dissipates among the dreary dense clouds,
Thus forming a fog.
While down below us poor creatures feel
We have been robbed, of our golden sunlight glow
On this dreary wintery day.
