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Winter in Vitebsk
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Crunchy cold snow
Chilly Cobble stoned streets
Crackling crusted shingles
Spring leaves grown
Spread their green
Softly fell, now gone
Steel flavored air
Silent sliced arias
Slithering breeze awaits
Sparkling window crystals
Sun glistening clouded
Summer openings closed
Turrets towering towards sky
Tourmaline trees tempted by stars
Twisted twigs turning beside them-selves
Lone man floats silently
Lazily loosing sheaf
Lists, tethered by staff
Long last look
Willingly loam
Loving light, lifting
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