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Among the clear hot summer
The winter visited unexpectedly.
A hail knocked strongly on the window frame:
"What, was not waiting? But I came. "
So were knocked at your door,
You opened, there stands winter.
On the doorstep you were frozen whole
Because chilling words were freezing your soul.
And a cold white snowstorm 
Whirled you in the snow whirlwind.
And the ring of that circle was shrinking,
You took all the pain on yourself, thinking.
And you did not sleep until dawn,
And only was thinking about that
That your sultry summer passed, where to roam 
And the winter knocked at your home.
All the warmth of a summer night was carried away by
History from the winter cold stripes.       
At parting a strand of luxurious light-brown hair 
Was covered with white snow despair.