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...It all began with light snow...

Hear the wind under the door

On the roof, under the floor

I feel the fright before this sight

Starlit night has turned to white

From the distance I can hear

A roar that's coming - for me

I fly over moonlit woods

In the eye of thundering snowstorm

...those trees look small from a far...

Through the wind and thundering

I hear a vague sound of wings

Bricks and planks all around

The cabin fallen to the ground

I look the ruins of the wreck

And there I lie - dead!

I fly over moonlit woods

In the eye of thundering snowstorm