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Bare branches clicking together
Winter snapping it’s fingers
To a song composed by Nature
Sung by winds garbed in
White robes of snow
Choral composition
Season of transition
Music swirls all about us
Yet…given not
To Man to know
A song unheard…
Except by Angels
To mere mortals
E’er unknown
Of Winter days that
in most marvelous ways
Make one want to
…write a poem…
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I would like to translate this poem