The snow gently falls down from the blue sky,
And down, towards south migrating birds go.
Strongly and harshly does the North Wind blow,
Causing stones, twigs to willy-nilly fly.
As I sit here, I watch these scenes and sigh,
When I see the river no longer flows,
And to the ground, wilted flowers bow low,
This makes me ask, why we...
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