She comes.
The winter season comes
I can trace her presence now in the morning dew
In the fog that covers the flower field
She has made everything white 
And the cold follows her wherever she goes

She comes 
From the land of miracles
From the bridge above the mysterious sea 
Which the whales wander 
In the moonlit night of lingering cold
She comes 
And the rushing river shall feel 
The soft touch of its freezing breath
The streams that dance upon the rocks 
And the yellow grass shaking with cold 
Shall bow again to her
She comes 
And let us greet her with a smile 
Gather close and form a Circle 
Light the fire and and dance in joy 
As her wings cover the sky.

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