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The cheeks collapsed and the eyes half-shut,
My mother listens as her knees sigh:
The whole morning under the winter sky
She ran about to every market.
So let us now at the gate of the wall
Sleep…
When the world wearies of day’s golden egg,
Shabrang, the dark bay steed, appears
From under the crow’s wings…