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The birds' talks are in the silent.
Snow-covered forests and fields.
And in January's clothes
dressed up the land winter's.
The wondrous blond's winter
dissolves her shutters' land
and creates up on all the windows
the painted frosty art.
White snow fallen on the ground
and covered all the fields.
We descend from the hill boldly
and the strip from the sled behind us.
Frost is blowing for strong cooling
hands, the nose and my cheeks.
Merry winter is circling, is laugh.
White Blizzard flew again.
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![]() . , , . . , . Night seeks to the full moon midnight. We going to change whether, like when moon will changed in the sky? And we watch in the evening's horizon. We have warm sleep, with stories, songs. : 0 : 0 : 29 © 06.02.2010 |
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