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Sorry for my terrible Scottish English:) Poem — Robert Burns; Music and performance — Vladislav Kruglov; The music is written in 2008, redesigned in 2017, 2020; Sad bird of night, what sorrows call thee forth, To vent thy plaints thus in the mid—night hour? Is it some blast that gathers in the north, Threatening to nip the verdure of thy bower? Is it, sad oul, that Autumn strips the shade, And leaves thee here, unshelter’d and forlorn? Or fear that Winter wi
