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How pleasing
the wintry sun!
Heart never feels content
even after bathing in it
from morn to eve,
mind never wills
to part with
and get away from it,
Oh, how sweet
the wintry sun!
Let us sleep
in its lap
as of a beloved,
and be lost
for the day!
How desirable
how charming
the wintry sun!
How pleasing
the wintry sun!
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