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Silent patch of ultimate paint. You areSo, startled, quivering,Where, as I discover as I go throughWind, sleet. The branches sway,And half-starved foxes shake and paw
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;The winter road from the St. Simeon farmThe surge of swirling wind definesAstonished that you have returned to goAs distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,And he is swathed in ever-petrified dread;Merely a mockery of springtheir bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously
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