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The icy winds

Swept down from heights

Cutting fog into shreds

Turn naked woods

Into broken bones

Stars fainting from the sky

The snow is hailing

Onto naked flesh

Of hungry horses

With bloodless lips

Paler than their death

What shall they do, when all is through?

Throwing grapes onto lips of frozen horses

The powder on our faces looks like masks

Paler than our death

What shall we do, when all is through?