Hand by affectionate by hands,
He, the driver, shrivelled by cold,
Her, voice quaking with shivering,
The wind bowled over trees was wet with a little dew at night,
Howl-howling,
Howl-weeping,
A sound in the leaves,
Kitty rolled on the couch.
All bluster nosily in the night,
Old tunes or wheezes trembling birds perch on the tree,
Puppy stretches out, snout and dark red,
Ragout pullet's aroma rises above the bowl,
Howl-howling,
Howl-weeping,
A sound in the leaves,
Kitty rolled on the couch.
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