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Winterfall (Khors)

Casting shadows, looking fake, On the smooth of frozen lake Trees are tossing yellow leaves Having shut their tired eaves They keep listening to the bray Of the birds that fly away. Having changed their purple cloths For the icy armor shields Ancient forest falls asleep And the wolves, they gently weep Doleful songs to lonely moon And the winter's coming soon