What is singing for me this tumultuous breeze?
What;s so magical whispers sunset overseas?
Only season;s of defoliation caprice.
It;s ok, if my garden for now is bare,
Spring will come, you already can feel distant glare.
We;ll survive any winter, but we have to dare
Every blink of this life make marvelous rare.
What is singing for me this tumultuous breeze?
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