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Furtively time with thin skill
The magic holiday creates for eyes.
And same time in run circular
Carries away everything, that pleased us.

Hours and days an impetuous stream
Withdraws summer in a twilight of winter days,
Where there is no foliage, has fallen asleep in trees juice,
The Earth is dead also a white raincoat on it.

And only aroma of blossoming roses-
The flying captive locked in glass,-
Reminds in an icy cold and a frost
About that the summer was on the ground.

The former shine was lost with flowers,
But have kept soul of beauty.