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The days are short, The sun a spark Hung thin between The dark and dark. Fat snowy footsteps Track the floor. Milk bottles burst Outside the door.
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The river is A frozen place Held still beneath The trees of lace. The sky is low. The wind is gray. The radiator Purrs all day. John Updike |
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spark hung footstep track burst |
kıvılcım asılı adım patika patlamak |
frozen lace purr |
donmuş şerit, kordon mırlamak, kedi mırıltısı |
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