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Winter

Winter Winter, just a season, no hope, no hope, just a process The world gave me only one experienced life stage, period; nature But where and how does the winter life live? There is always hope Winter. Where? Now I live in London, and it's winter here. Pleasant It's not too cold, it's not too hot, I'm shivering from the cold inside. Cold fear My love is this season, like autumn, my true guiding principle Winter in London, winter in England, but half of my winter is spent in my native country It's not cold here, it's in Europe, and it will be hot there, and the ice will stay here, in England But I'm wrong, there's no ice here, there won't be here, and there won't be there either, the heat has evaporated It's winter, it's cold in Hungary, my parents' house is a warm home I long to go there, to Tura, but still England is holding me back, my home, now winter I would go, I would stay, I have two homes, I have no home, I am forever lonely Restless solitude

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