Now that winter comes
and the trees have not been
in full leaf
I shiver from what will be
from the shivering people
in a winter of possibly
forty years, as end times
of the rampant growth
and also from the winter cold
in our hearts, because our life
costs more and more lives
and more and more sorrow
If we do nothing about it
our tears will freeze
to a crust around the earth
and there will be a spring
without us
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