In the starry sky, the moon is rising
with the magic dreams.
This is the radiant country,
This is the tale the winter sleep.
The wind is scooped up snow,
to was piling snows on the threshold
and to the fairy-tale town
was waking up in the this snow .
There were having
on the bushes a lot of snowy clothes.
A mischievous snow
was closed all of bridges.
White-winged Sylphs were
picking up a fabulous arrow
And there sound was, as
if is a song for people.
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