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the beginning of winter a cold spirit comes, The North Wind blows — chill, chill. My sorrows being many, I know the length of the nights, Raising my head I look at the stars in their places. On the fifteenth day the bright moon is full, On the twentieth day the "toad and hare" wane. A stranger came to me from a distant land [ 67 ]