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Rain watered the nightly mountains.
Dawn dispelled - the nightly rain.
Behind the wind, storm ran away,
a Wind gone with the bad weather .
The big windy Bird
mows spread wings.
And, in distant mountains, still
a distant lightning is seen.

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(in the ruins of the former castl)

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In the ruins of the former castle,
when in the nearly darkness Sky's,
The little organ sings on the street.
The melody playing in the night's

In nightly spaces of evil shadows,
In the dark emptiness of skies,
the lonely headless specter walks. 
He going joking in the night's.

Strictly is his transparently clothing.
His the appearance is by not out the world.
He weaved from the pitch dark strong,
from the empires' century' sort,

from the grim sorrows and bleak nights.
He sees the eternity through the years.
But and his it is not enough rights,
what the sunny day gave way to turn.





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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. 




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