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Poplars` leaves are flying in the wind,

Autumn touches trees, so skinned,

Summer, tired, running in the field,

Found its rest under September`s shield.

But autumn comes into the yard with solid step,

Walking under September`s spiderweb,

And its October rain will ebb,

November`s silence crawled step by step.

And in frosty snow-white December,

Or in month that we New Year enter

Your heart becomes the soul`s center,

You hear notes – sharp and tender! —

And blue-eyed ice is cut by April,

And snowdrops are so graceful,

Time irons winds into the stone,

Summer is coming and no one is alone!