Night.
A snow field.
The moon pours silver light.
It is good to sweep on a sledge now!
Horses rush
Into whirlwinds of snowflakes,
Somewhere a wolf howls,
Somewhere, the owl cries.
Stars are reflected in the snow.
They and trees in white fur coats
Listen to the crunch of snow
Under the sledge,
Crying of guitar
And song about unhappy...
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