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A winter in the century
Traces in the snow
Vents under the clouds
You see without delay those ages
the golden leaves capita
And tottering December
Do you hear these vibrations
Winter where uniformity is wrapped
Of powder and water to the ice
Covers-all, poet sings it also
open paths
Country endless
Dances of stars
And frost
season