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I suffered the summer complaint The August air was molasses As sticky in the lung And the dark at the top of the stairs Got worse Now the December air is thin and clear I long for snow, but snow won’t come Instead the inane grin of Winter sunshine troubles my rest Domphna, snow, ma domina, snow Miserere, Miserere Bless us with your cold and glitter, the dancing movements of your fall

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