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In the spring of winter, the last breath
ОглавлениеWhat a strange gray hair
Spring of Winter last breath.
On grassed green grass
Lay down white moss.
Snowflakes fall thick
Whirl in the morning dew.
Days, remembering gold,
Frosty blizzards in all its glory.
