still a bit, and an autumn will end.
still a bit, and the snow will be snowing.
it won't skimp for us white down
and all over forests, along roads,
along streets it will place.
still a bit, and will come sharp.
still a bit and for a long time
a cool winter of the wind will appear
an older sister will give an earful
and she will use frost
it will be necessary to wait till spring
it will be necessary to wait it out to May
in order to hear the happy singing
of forest birds then again, chirping
from the morning in order to breathe the fresh
scent of flowers in
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