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Winter Evening
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	The storm wind covers the sky,
	Whirling the fleecy snow drifts;
	Now it howls like a wolf,
	Now it is crying, like a lost child,
	Now rustling the decayed thatch
	On our tumbledown roof,
	Now, like a delayed traveller,
	Knocking on our window pane.
	Our wretched little cottage
	Is gloomy and dark.
	Why do you sit all silent,
	Hugging the window, old gran?
	Has the howling of the storm
	Wearied you, at last, dear friend?
	Or are you dozing fitfully
	Under the spinning wheel's humming?
	Let us drink, dearest friend
	To my poor wasted youth.
	Let us drink from grief: where is the glass?
	Our hearts at least will be lightened.
	Sing me a song of how the bluetit
	Quietly lives across the sea.
	Sing me a song of how the young girl
	Went to fetch water in the morning.
	The storm wind covers the sky,
	Whirling the fleecy snow drifts;
	Now it howls like a wolf,
	Now it is crying, like a lost child,
	Let us drink, dearest friend
	To my poor wasted youth.
	Let us drink from grief: where is the glass?
	Our hearts at least will be lightened.
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