Beyond this moment, winter approaches.
Dawn is leaving us.
These cold days singing trees dance, listening to wind blow a flute!
Leaves begin to fall and sleep,

Birds wave bye,
Clouds cover the sky.

Everything seems just cold as can be.
I grab a cup of tea.
People are disgusted with the cold.
I wish they would stop with the kicking and screaming!

What I really want.
Is, to go to sleep.

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