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Winter Evening.
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A song now sing me, how the bird
Beyond the sea in quiet lived;
A song now sing me, how the maiden
In the morning for water went.
The storm the sky with darkness covers,
The snowy whirlings twisting;
Like a beast wild now is howling,
Like an infant now is crying.
Let us drink, О kindly friend
Of my poverty and youth,
Away with grief,—where is the cup
Joy it shall bring to our heart!
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