It is cold, cold night
As one can imagine
There is no shining sun
There is no silver moon
The blanket of darkness
covers over the place
The thick mighty clouds
spread over the skies above
The chilly wind fiercely blows
One feels numb
in this winter season
No more hot summer nights
No more spring flowers
No more autumn crispy nights
No birds singing and cheering
All around whispers silence
It is winter cold night
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