I believe in the winter and how it sings
To the music of our forefathers,
Dazzling with sins and happinesses,
That revolve around me and winter.
I am a tower of a red man,
Working like the rest of society,
But when winter comes it speaks
To me, like a canal or river or sea.
The sparks flying in my direction
Are an artistic manner, and I am polite
And interested in your manners above all else.
These statements survive and darken
The weapons of our day like a sword
Or other dark manner.
I believe in winter and summer,
And it charms me to stay far away,
Liking the dealings of the mountains
And the trees of great height,
Full red ruination has happened
Called blazing fire.
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