I've touched the night in winter's day;
So cold, so warm the flake obeys,
The dance of nature flies away
In winter's music dances and stays.
Gently breathes, akin with me -
Hundred whirlwinds begin to grow
Bigger and bigger as much can be;
And then so quiet. Silence. Snow.
Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye, unknown my name,
White and black caught in a frame;
Whom the winter now can blame?!
In winter's night we are the same...
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