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When the winter takes a bitter speed
And stones crack in the frost-clear night
By black lakes under naked slope
Then is the wilderness hard to go through
We walk across vast planes
Where the snow lies thick
It blows cold - we will die
Sadly, we have fallen enough
From still lakes
To far-toned plateau
Farewell-
