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Lied my time dreams of winter, the old man of joy crazy the sparrow feathers have dried up, the trees faced. I stumbled with my quick steps - air dance on the wet square I jumped over puddles - snowflakes, farewell to the morning chill. On a colorful December day. if you find a flower of snow, pick it up gently - someone's lost from a pocket a woman's heart pierced.