Evening red dawn
Not shrouded gray sunset,
And the winds are humming, the night is long,
Howl among the sleepy hat!
Howling, your lullaby
Snow white under the window are,
And Winter, dabbling in white paint,
She painted the dawn on the window
Night...she's in a hurry not tired!
All the roads around covered,
And the trees creak and fall
Snow caps were removed.,
And sloped branches of the mighty,
So, that branch not everyone was lucky,
And in the morning went further with clouds,
Lullaby of the sleeping winds,
Silence...and the snow glistens, blinding the eye!
The story is white...in the white house...
And the poet draws, and steps there,
Where already song wrote winter
Evening red dawn
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