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Winter Evening

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Behind yellow windows shadows drink hot tea.     Yearning people sway on a hardened pond     Workers find a soft woman's corpse.     Glowing blue snows cast a howling darkness.     On high poles a scarecrow, implored, hangs.     Stores flicker dimly through frosted windows,     In front of which human bodies move like ghosts.     Students carve a frozen girl.     How lovely, the crystalline winter evening burning!     A platinum moon now streams through a gap in the houses.     Next to green lanterns under a bridge     Lies a gypsy woman.    And plays an instrument.

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