I see the live green leaf of the tree
And the cold wind of the winter
Makes my face and body chiver
Takes the dark day black shines light
With my eyes I break the habbit
Of all this whole might!
And I feel on my mind
Shaking it over on the seasons
This things are all my reason
To be happy all the time
In the start and in the end
Of each day since I get up
Till holy time I sleep...
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