this is my story; this is my song (insevens) wrote in redismycolour,
this is my story; this is my song
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.day eight

Day Eight
eight january

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7

Vivaldi's Four Seasons
"Winter"

Allegro non molto
To tremble from cold in the icy snow,
In the harsh breath of a horrid wind;
To run, stamping one's feet every moment,
Our teeth chattering in the extreme cold

Largo
Before the fire to pass peaceful,
Contented days while the rain outside pours down.

Allegro
We tread the icy path slowly and cautiously, for fear of tripping and falling.
Then turn abruptly, slip, crash on the ground and, rising, hasten on across the ice lest it cracks up.
We feel the chill north winds course through the home despite the locked and bolted doors...
this is winter, which nonetheless brings its own delights.

++ Allegro non Molto ++
++ Largo ++
++ Allegro ++



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