In my surgeon to the coast of many colours
That brings forth colourful smiles to nature,
Here comes the autumn of November
Their birds immigrating in bunch
The trees giving up their colours to ashes
And our smoking chimney whistles day and night,
The sound of Lamentation
HE HAS BEEN HERE
Hopeless animals in the nearby transparent forest
The more strong still eating up the more weak
Before the white bear returns.
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