it still falls beautifully with a wet body
giving birth to snow silences
at the mouth of the stove, old fairy tales are heard
child, you can easily believe in them.
outside is the mute of the enchantment sound
which you hear of wait and see
it still falls beautifully with a wet body
giving birth to snow silences.
whispering the story of thunder silence
you colossal forgetful sigh
listen to the goat with three kids,
on fairy-tale paths and resounding whispers
it still falls beautifully with a wet body.
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