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A lion about winter
Turning into four seasons,
Winter has come and gone.
The floor is white,
On a soft, fluffy rug.
The street is full of children,
Flying sleds.
Cheeks cumin red,
Lek's burning hot tongue
How beautiful is the world
I'm in a fairy tale.
Snow falling from the skies,
Scattering beauty around.
Ball sumalak in Tarnov,
A divorce in a row.
The pipe, whirling out of the oven,
The gloomy play cracked.
If you are secretive,
Man, you're a full moon.
Sleeping beings
We rested for a coin.