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Come, come thou bleak December wind,    And blow the dry leaves from the tree
Flash, like a Love-thought, thro' me,
Death    And take a Life that wearies me
Form:

Hoar Time about the house betakes him slow,
Seeking an entry for his weariness
And in that dreadful company
And the sad night with silent footsteps go

«Mustafa used to built the road Mustafa used to walk along it But Jigan has stabbed him Kolka Svist has buried him.» (From one old russian prison song) .................................... People say that We will die On the twenty first of Decembe...

While snow the window-panes bedim,
The fire curls up a sunny charm,
Where, creaming o'er the pitcher's rim,
The flowering ale is set to warm;

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In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er

Spiked sun. The Hudson’s
Whittled down by ice.
I hear the bone dice
Of blown gravel clicking. Bone-