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Ice is rare nowadays
chilren can't build castles of snow
usually the swallows
arrive already in February
only the old folks remember
a white christmas time
children in museums
wonder about sleds and skiss
but now a real winter started
the snow glows like in olden times
my breath freezes as statues
the coldness leaves burnmarks on your skin
this weather is a certain sign
a sign to stand up
to take the plans out
and carry them out `til the end
as I have seen the last snowfall
let it snow my house full
i'll set free the animals
burn the papers without reading
i'll leave the doors open
won't put even my boots on
i won't take anyone with me
i won't look back any more
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