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I have news for you;
The stag bellows, winter snows, summer has gone;
Wind high and cold, the sun low, short its course,
The sea running high.
Deep red the bracken; its shape is lost;
The wild goose has raised its common cry,
cold has seized the birds' wings;
Season of ice, this is my news.
Anon., 9th century Irish
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