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Oidhche fuar Geamhraidh
a h-uile càil air reothadh,
clachan-meallain a' bualadh
na h-uinneagan 's na rathaidean.
Tàirneanach is dealanach
a' tighinn a-mach às an athar,
a' bualadh far na h-uinneagan
's na craobhan air an crathadh.
A h-uile càil air chall
am measg an t-sneachda gheal,
is na duilleagan a' tionndadh
bho orains gu donn.
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A cold Winter’s night
everything frozen,
hailstones hitting
the windows and the roads.
Thunder and lightning
pouring from the sky,
attacking the windows
and shaking the trees.
Everything lost
among the white snow,
and the leaves changing
from orange to brown.
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